Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Drobabes]

"I could have lied to you and told you that it was all fake, that the General was twisting your view of me but I didn't because..."

Delvin's eyes had been lingering on the recorder once again, as he became torn on what to do. The slightly buzzed part of his mind wanted to 'continue' their conversation, but fearful, guilty part of his brain acknowledged that they needed to look at that damn player. The choice was soon made for him, however, as what Damien had to say drew forth another look of shock.

It was true. He could have lied. Infact, it would have been so damn easy for him to lie in that moment that it could have been years before Vin ever found out the truth, possibly never even knowing. But...he hadn't.

"...but she told me that it's not up to me whether I deserve her or not, and that she'll make that decision herself."

Vin ran a hand through his hair nervously, looking away from the man on the ground as his brain tried to make sense of all these new moral dilemmas while it simultaneously tried to stall the inevitable. He had such an urge to shoot his foot out and kick that recorder away, that it almost overtook him and won out, only to be denied at the last second when Damien picked it up. He wanted to tell him to stop, to not the play the sick fucks games, but it was too late, the audio was already going and her screams of pain reverberated through him and shook him just as badly as it did Damien.

Over the course of the next five minutes, as it didn't seem to be a very long video, (though his perception of time could have argued otherwise), Vin stood there in shock and disgust. Every second that passed was more difficult to bear than the last, and by the time it was finally over, he had one hand on his hip and the other covering his mouth, his eyes wide and wet as he looked away and tried not to gag. He had known that Kuznet was evil, truly evil, but he had yet to witness it firsthand. Until now...with their sweet, innocent friend who didn't deserve such cruelty.

The recorder falling to the ground made him flinch, his mind still reeling and on high alert from the stress of what they had both been witness to. Yes, both of them. Damien had done some evil shit, there was no getting around that fact, but as Vin looked down at him and stared, something in his moral compass finally pointed true. For right now, in this moment, he wasn't a rapist in Vin's eyes. He was just a broken man with a dirty past, and who was being unnecessarily and cruelly tortured; completely inhumane.

And maybe it was because of this, or maybe it was because Delvin was feeling just as lost and hopeless, that he found himself taking his hand away from his face and moving his guitar off his shoulder. He let it slide to the ground, slowly and gently, and then he took the short step over to Damien's side and slid down against the car next to him, his legs splaying out over the hard, dry, dirt and almost touching his own. He brought his hands in his lap and stared ahead blankly, not knowing what to say for a moment. When he did finally start to speak, it was slowly, and hesitantly, as if he were scared of saying each word.

"Our dad was a piece of shit to me and my sister, and my mother. He never got the chance to hit us, but, we grew up with a lot of violence in that house. It got to be such a regular occurrence that I got used to it. Thought it was normal, even, that most people just have shitty parents growing up and that's just how life was. It's not, or, it shouldn't have been, and I didn't realize how it was effecting us until I almost killed someone. My best friend at the time."

His brown eyes glanced over at Damien before quickly looking away as a few tears spilled over and ran down through the scruff on his face. He hadn't talked with anyone about this in years, and he was finding it difficult. Nonetheless, he continued on.

"I was fifteen and was making a lot of mistakes. Pick anything off the list of 'bad for you', and I was probably doing it, short of heroine. I was violent, and wild, and damn near out of control. And I... and I had a baby on the way. That's what...started it..."

His throat gets too tight for him to continue for a moment, and he has to clear it several times before going on.

"The mother came to me crying, bawling. I mean, absolute mess. It took me forever to get her to calm down enough and tell me what happened. She said that he raped her-my friend, and threatened to kill me if she said anything. Well, needless to say, I flew into a rage. I went straight over to his house and kicked in his door; didn't even give him a chance to say a word before I was on him. I was...a lot bigger than him, so he didn't really have a chance...

"His parents found him that evening. Bleeding, unconscious. I didn't know he was still alive, I..."

He has to stop again, the tremor in his voice making it difficult to speak. After running his fingers through his hair to push it back and swallowing, he finally continues.

"I had every intention of leaving him for dead. Thought I did, even. I didn't think he deserved to live after what he'd done. Well anyway, they of course called the cops. Next thing I know, I'm being carted off to a teenage version of prison and an investigation starts on the rape claim. Turned out she was lying. She just, made it all up. She wanted to get back at him for some perceived slight, and I was the tool she decided to use.

"I spent three months in jail. Would have been life, but he woke up from the coma I had put him in and got the charges dropped. We weren't friends after that, of course, but he had forgiven me. That was his last kind of, act, in our friendship I guess."

There was more to the story that Delvin wasn't telling, that he didn't feel was necessary to bring up at the moment. What exactly had happened during those three months that he had been locked up. Because while it was difficult to talk about what he had done, it was even harder to face what had become of the women who he had fallen madly in love with, and the child that he had only gotten to hold just once.

"You did some fucked up shit man, in taking those women. Taking Cora."

His glossy chocolate eyes looked over at the tall man, his expression filled with anger once more, but also, pain.

"It could be argued that you were a grown man, you should have known better, but...given the shit you told me last night, I can't help but wonder if you ever really understood what you were doing. It wasn't physical pain you caused those women, but mental. You left scars on their psyches that can never be healed, and I think you..."

A few more tears spilt down his face once again as he lost the will to continue to look at him. Turning away, he let out a frustrated sigh.

"I think you did it because it was normalized to you. Because, it was done to you, and probably for so long that you couldn't even understand a life outside of that viewpoint. You told me last night that you were isolated, that everyone would avoid you for fear of your mother, so that probably means you never had anything to ever point you in a different way. To show you a different way, and if that's really the case, then I'm sorry. I'm sorry, and I sincerely pray that you are being honest with me, that you do regret what you did, and that you got enough strength left in your feet to help me get Cora out of there."

His face turned back to him slowly, his expression burning with intensity as he stared at him hard.

"We're not going to leave her there. Consider this my last act in our friendship, because I did consider you a friend. So," he said, bringing his hand up for him to shake.

"I'll help you. Let's go get her."

 

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Though he was still somewhat aware of what was happening around him, it wasn’t until Vin sat down next to him that he lifted his head slightly to look at him. He didn’t quite understand why he had decided to do so, but in a way it felt nice to have Vin sitting beside him. The man was about to look away and continue his state of shocked crying, but he started to hear Vin speaking and telling him a story.

Vin’s story was listened to with quiet attentiveness, Damien mulling over what the man was saying. In a way it sounded very much like Vin, to be so protective of someone that he ended up making a mistake. He seemed to have felt so strongly about the injustice that had been “done” to the mother of his child that he hadn’t even stopped to consider that his friend could be innocent, nor did he consider restraint in how he dealt with it.

It almost reminded him of the time he had threatened Vin out in the woods. He too had let his own emotions sway him into acting in a way that wasn’t appropriate. Perhaps the larger man had seen something in him that had reminded him of his past and that was why had taken the opportunity to knock some sense into him. He was glad he had, as it was certainly a very teachable moment.

It was surprising to hear that out there somewhere, Vin likely had a child. What had happened after he had gotten out of prison and why had he lost contact? Maybe the mom wanted nothing to do with him anymore now that her lie was revealed, or maybe she just wanted full custody. Whatever the case, it was a sad story and it pinched his heart to know that he had been used like that. It would be as though Cora had told him that Vin had forced her. He wasn’t sure if he would have hesitated in trying to kill Vin in that scenario, his trust in Cora absolute.

That was what it all seemed to boil down to: trust. His trust in that mother was broken and his friend’s trust in him shattered, all because of a selfish, greedy lie. He imagined that when he came out to Vin as a piece of trash, that the man felt similarly betrayed. He had never meant to use Vin in any way though, had never wanted to betray him.

When Vin continued on to talk about Damien, he had expected the bit about his actions being shitty, but he hadn’t expected the rest. He had no memory of telling Vin anything last night, so what had he told him in his drunken state? Based on what he continued to say, he could only assume he had talked about the favors. It clicked for him that it was probably what Vin had meant by a “sob story” earlier.

For a moment, Damien simply stared at him completely dumbfounded, the words Vin had said not quite computing. He wanted to help him? He sympathized with Damien’s past despite what he had done? Of course he didn’t condone it, but he wasn’t saying that Damien deserved to be thrown to the wolves either.

The man was so touched that he couldn’t speak. Reaching up and wiping the tears away from his face, he looked down at Vin’s hand and took it with a firm grip of his own. After a moment’s hesitation, he spoke. Vin had bared his heart for him, so it was only right for him to do the same, even if it didn’t change anything between them.

“For what it’s worth, I considered you to be a friend too. I didn’t intend to get on friendly terms with you because I knew what would happen, but nevertheless there are some things I don’t have control over... I didn’t want to admit it because I was afraid it would just make things harder for me when you had to leave.

With that he stood, still holding Vin’s hand so he could help the other man up as well. His steely eyes had a somber softness to them as he looked at the man he had grown to respect and cherish. “Thank you. For wanting to help. It’s for Cora’s sake, I know, but I still have all the gratitude in the world for you. Once she’s safe we can go our separate ways, but I’ll always be hoping that you’re safe out there.”

Damien sniffed and realized he was still holding onto Vin’s hand, letting it go awkwardly and turning in the direction of the main buildings, “we need to find Zac. He knows where she is, and probably has a map. I overheard him and Kyle arguing about it earlier.” Though the thought of losing Vin saddened him, he now a spark in his heart, his will rekindled and his determination summoned from the dregs of his soul.

 

[Drobabes]

He took the help in standing up, finding his own feet to be a bit shaky beneath him. Damien's gaze and words were met with a similar look, and a simple nod. Vin had spoken his peace, felt as if he had gotten his closure in the whole thing, and though he didn't need to hear it, still took the steely eyed man's words to heart.

"After we're done, I honestly wish you the best too, man, wherever you decide to go. I just hope you can start over properly this time."

His eyes shifted towards the buildings, giving a small nod as Zac's name was mentioned. He didn't really know who it was, having not met the man yet, but if Tommy's friend had been arguing with him and he knew where Kuznet was, then he could deduce that he was likely Tommy's friend as well. Why else would he have tried to go to a place so dangerous, after they had been told to sit tight until they were ready?

"We should talk to Sabastian too, he might help us."

Looking down, he swallowed nervously and brought his foot out to tap the little recorder.

"I think we should delete that video. Unless you want to...watch it again, and try and figure out where exactly she's being kept, then I don't think she deserves to have someone else see her like that..." he said somberly. Then after another second of quiet contemplation, his brows furrowed in anger.

"Fucking sick pig probably spliced it like he did the recordings."

He knew that last comment wasn't helpful, but he really just needed to vent, to let even a little of his furry and sorrow out before it threatened to burn him alive.

 

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"After we're done, I honestly wish you the best too, man, wherever you decide to go. I just hope you can start over properly this time."

He wasn't sure where he would end up, or whether he would really start over. It wasn't that he was going to revert to the way he used to be, he just didn't know what he would do if Cora didn't still want him. As much as he would want to hit the power button and declare that he was done playing, at this point he almost felt like that would be the easy way out. Perhaps he could balance out his selfishness by living for others, maybe even joining the resistance and taking the more dangerous jobs. He wouldn't necessarily want to be taken down, but he would be saving others the heartache of losing someone brave who was important to the organization.

"We should talk to Sabastian too, he might help us."

A nod was given, Damien agreeing that it would be nice to have some muscle on their side. Besides, he knew that the man would probably want in on the heist anyway since he was Cora's friend too.

"I think we should delete that video... I don't think she deserves to have someone else see her like that... Fucking sick pig probably spliced it like he did the recordings."

"I... I can't watch it again. We already know where she is, so it'd be better to get rid of it." Bending over, he picked up the handheld recorder and selected that video, deleting it and letting out a sigh of relief. He too never wanted that video to haunt her either. Something about the suggestion of it being spliced made him wonder though: had she really said that last sentence to the General... or Damien?

They looked around for Zac, but most of the soldiers shrugged and said he'd probably be around. It was only a bit later that one of the soldiers who was lounging around with a big grin spilled the beans telling them that "he (the soldier) was given the easy duty of food prep as things had been shifted around so that Stanley, Robert, and Zac could go out on a supply run." Apparently the time for the run had been pushed up due to one of the General's men sniffing in their direction, the rebels not wanting them to risk being found out. One of the soldiers had snickered that Zac had likely done something stupid to be put on heavy-lifting duty.

It was a couple minute that they trudged out to one of the main roads, probably the most frequented part of the base since it was in the center. Since Zac couldn't be found, they needed to search his stuff without tipping off any of the other soldiers, to do this, they would have to speak with Kyle directly.

Out of the medical building, Sabastian exited, looking down at the paper in his hand. He had written a copy of his report, taking it with him so he could tell Vin. He was pretty nervous, not sure what he was going to say to the handsome man. The last note he had given Vin had been filled with vicious lies and he still felt really badly about it. He had hurt Vin. On purpose, of course, but he still remembered how awful Vin had looked in the photo Kuznet had given him.

It was possible that when he gave him the note that he would decide that Sabastian was too much heartache and that he couldn't take any more of it. Their trust had been broken by the blonde, and he wasn't sure if Vin would ever feel safe in a relationship with him. He almost felt like it was unfair to be bringing the note to him, but he had to try. Sabastian wanted to have a relationship with him and wasn't going to give up until he heard from Vin's lips that he wasn't willing to hold him anymore.

When he looked up, he saw Vin and Damien standing on the opposite side of the street, seemingly looking for something or someone. It felt like butterflies were fluttering in his stomach, wishing that he could just shove the note in his hands and run away. He couldn't run away anymore though-it wasn't fair to either of them. He crossed the street and approached, clutching that note in his hands as his heart started to pick up. This wasn't something he could put off; if he did, then he would end up losing his nerve and never coming to him with the new information about him.

At last he reached them and stood in front of Vin and slightly to his side. "Vin..." that crystalline blue eye flicked to Damien and back. "I need to talk to you about something important. Um, alone."

It was at that moment that Damien spied Kyle by chance, only briefly turning his head to distractedly say, "I'll catch up with you at the medical building in a bit." With that, his long legs swiftly took him in the direction of that young soldier. It was imperative that he catch him, as he didn't want to have to wait until God knows when Zac was able to return. He hadn't realized it before, but he could swear that this "Kyle" fellow was the little shit who had seen him and Cora in the stall at the base.

 

[Drobabes]

Kyle was just on his way to the bathroom, as it would so happen. He hadn't gotten a whole lot of sleep, seeing as his bladder had woken him up-pesky thing seemed to have a nasty habit of doing that, so it was by pure luck that Damien did catch him. The young man noticed him walking over, and though he felt an odd familiarity with that look in Damien's eyes, his sleepy brain didn't quite click the pieces together. All he knew at the moment was that he seemed like a concerned survivor.

"Can I help you?"

He wasn't no Tommy Tour Guide, but he was still a soldier with expectations of civility.
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Vin saw Sabastian heading over, and though he had planned on seeking him out anyway, he was still as completely helpless to the hammering in his heart and the way that his arms wanted to reach out and hold him. He hadn't seen him since the last time they had spoken, after all, and though it was only an evening ago, it truly felt like an eternity. A small part of Vin even selfishly wanted to find excuses to get Sabastian's 'help' after they rescued Cora, though he wouldn't have entertained such things.

"I'll catch up with you at the medical building in a bit."

It was funny, just an hour ago he would have ran after Damien and made sure he stayed within his sights. Now though, he trusted him, and maybe that was a mistake but it was a mistake he was willing to make.

"Alright."

His brown eyes turned back to Sabastian, glancing down at the paper in his hands.

"Yea I need to talk to you too. Do you know anywhere where we won't be interrupted?"

His hand started to come up, unconsciously wanting to run his fingers through that baby soft hair, and he really had fight the urge once he realized what he was doing. It was more than just a want for the little man, though. Vin was scared, almost hopeless, and he didn't know how they were going to pull this off if Sabastian wouldn't come with them for whatever reason. The love of his life was standing right in front of him, and yet, Delvin had never felt so alone.

 

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"Can I help you?"

Damien nodded, "yes, I think you can, Kyle."

With that, he put his arm around the man and walked him into the bathroom, locking the door behind him and then turning toward the soldier. Crossing his arms over his chest, he gave the man a very neutral face and said, "I couldn't help but overhear that Zac ran off somewhere he shouldn't have. It just so happens that I very much need to reach that same destination but I don't have a map. I would ask Zac about it, but he ended up on a supply run. Where did he end up putting it?"

For now, Damien wasn't being menacing, simply asking the man where it was. He wanted to give them both a chance to be civil. After all, he was trying to be better.

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"I think Robert's out on a supply run, so he won't be back for another couple hours. The supply building should be empty." Reaching out, he took that hand that had been raised, turning and leading him away from that spot. The big man's hand felt rough and warm, just how he kept dreaming about. Thankfully Robert had found a way to block Sabastian out for the rest of the night, and his lewd and sweet dreams for Vin had been his own to take comfort in.

Soon they were on the bottom floor of the supply building, finally alone, just him and the man he hoped would give him a second chance. The man took him into the room where the two zombies slept, their sleeping bags still out on the floor. He shifted nervously and thumbed the note in his hand before standing silently, trying to work up the courage to do what he needed to do. He hadn't even noticed that he was still holding Vin's hand until he looked down at it. After a moment's pause, he turned it so that it was palm up and placed the folded note on his palm.

His blue eye then went up to those beautiful brown ones and he said quietly, "I... I need you to read it. Tommy went through the General's files when he came to save me, and this was one of the reports he recovered. I just found out today, and I needed to share it with you." With that, he turned away and walked a couple steps from him, not wanting to put any pressure on him or have him feel uncomfortable with him watching him read the note. That being said, he also needed a bit of a reprieve. If he looked at Vin for too long, he felt like his heart might fly right out of his ribcage.

 

[Drobabes]

His alarm bells went off the second the man called him by his name, and if they hadn't had already been so close to the bathrooms, the soldier would have struggled and fought not to be taken away out of the public eye. As it were, it was a little too late for that, so all the young man could do was listen to what Damien had to say.

"I couldn't help but overhear that Zac ran off somewhere he shouldn't have."

His eyes widened in shock before suddenly narrowing as he took a step back and one of his hands went behind him, reaching for something. Another look of shock came across his face as he realized that he didn't have it on him-his own personal pistol, and with a sharp inhale of breath he realized he had left it with Jesse. Jameson might not have liked to have the weapons so out in the open, but after what happened to Tommy, Kyle was done taking chances. And speaking of, seeing as he still didn't recognize Damien, and seeing as Damien had seemingly been spying on them, his mind jumped to conclusions. Was he here spying on them? Had someone saw Zac leaving and had tailed him? Was Damien trying to make sure no one else followed in his tracks? Of course, Kyle didn't know that Kuznet's property was not hidden, that it was basically on public record and right in plain site. That was the way The General liked it, though. In plain sight. It was all the easier to catch someone coming, and he was certainly confident enough to feel as if he had no threats.

"I'm not going to tell you shit" he growled, his green eyes all but burning into the tall man's with a glare.
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He had taken his hand? Was it some kind of a sign? Or was he simply trying to help get them to their destination more quickly? He tried not to read into it too much, but god he wanted it to be something more.

When he continued to hold his hand, Vin found himself unable to talk. Even if he had had any words to fill the silence between them, he wasn't sure if he would have. He never thought that he would be able to hold his hand again, and whatever this was-he didn't want to rush it. He wished with everything that he had that he could have simply paused time, right then and there, so that he would never have to fear letting him go again.

"I... I need you to read it. Tommy went through the General's files when he came to save me, and this was one of the reports he recovered."

Vin's expression became one of confusion as he was handed the paper, looking down at it slowly. He couldn't imagine that The General would have been stupid enough to toss his body aside without first searching him, so did this mean...?

"How did they get this from him? Is Tommy...awake..."

His voice trailed off, his eyes scanning the words first rather quickly, and then twice more as he slowed down and really took in what it had to say.

It was a drug. They had drugged him, seemingly by accident, when Damien had been the real target. When he had walked out of that building and wiped the back of his neck...had it been then? It had to have. But, if they had drugged him, then...

"A trigger" he breathed, his eyes widening as he looked up.

"It was, it was triggered? It didn't just happen randomly?"

Suddenly those same eyes became glossy as he took a few steps towards the little blond.

"Sabastian, why did you... I mean, you gave this to me to read, so does this mean..?"

The wetness in his eyes began to spill over, hot tears running down his cheeks as he tried to keep his voice from shaking.

"Please, please Bastian. I know I said I would go, but please! If there's any chance you'll let me stay beside you then please don't tease me. I don't know how much more I can take" he sobbed, his hand shaking as he clutched the report close to his heart.

 

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The response Kyle gave was not unexpected, but nevertheless it made the expression on Damien’s face darken a bit. He didn’t have time to be gentle and ease the truth put of him- he needed to be sharp and fast to put enough urgency on it that the man realized the gravity of what they were doing.

“Did you enjoy the view when you were standing there, staring at Cora’s ass almost a week ago? You seemed to be transfixed at the time. I almost thought you were tempted to join in.”

He waited a moment for that to sink in before continuing.

“That woman? She is currently being kept prisoner by the General in the place Zac went to. She’s being tortured, raped, and mentally broken down.”

He stepped toward Kyle, gesturing towards the wall as though he were gesturing at Cora herself. “This isn’t some petty revenge run where we’re running in with our pants down- this is a rescue mission. She won’t survive there for much longer and I need to help her. Vin and Sabastian are coming with me, and I know you know that that gives us plenty of muscle to work with.” His gaze was pointed for a moment before returning to its regular intensity. He knew that Tommy, Kyle, and Zac all knew about Sabastian, having been the ones to rescue him.

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He loved it when the man called him Bastian, but he hated seeing the pain in Vin’s eyes as he made the connections and pleaded with him to let him stay. It was odd, he had been so worried that Vin would be weary and unwilling to engage with him again in that way, and yet the man had desperately jumped on the chance that Sabastian might get back with him.

Turning around, Sabastian’s eyes were also teary. He walked over to Vin and reached up with one hand, wiping away the big man’s tears with care and tenderness. With that, he started to speak in a vulnerable voice.

“When I was being kept in the cells, Kuznet had me play along when telling Tommy that I was “evil.” I did it for the sick fuck, but I asked for a picture of you in exchange since I knew they had to have one. When they gave one to me, it had great quality, but it was a very recent picture, maybe even taken that same day. You looked so sad, Vin. You looked tired and broken down and...” It was at that point that Sabastian had his own tears to wipe away, though he didn’t move to do so. They simply slid down his cheek, the tears from his violet eye dampening the makeshift eyepatch.

“I can’t help but feel awful. When I left that note, I filled it with things I knew would hurt you. I thought that maybe if I was a dick to you, it would be easier for you to let me go. I thought... I thought you weren’t as invested in us yet and that you were still taking the relationship slow, so it would be like a normal breakup for you. I didn’t know you felt so strongly about us.”

A little sniffle came from him as he continued, “I would still have done it to protect you, but I don’t know. Maybe I would have done it differently.”

His other hand was lifted and he simply held Vin’s face, looking eye to eye with him. He needed to know that Vin was really sure. “I... want to be with you but... I hurt you, Vin. Are you really okay with that? Being with someone who ran away? Can you ever trust me after I did that to you?”

 

[Drobabes]

"Did you enjoy the view when you were standing there, staring at Cora’s ass almost a week ago? You seemed to be transfixed at the time."

Just like the last time, there seemed to be a momentary lag in the young man's brain before his face suddenly burned as bright as a tomato. It really couldn't be helped, as that poor Irish toned skin of his just made it the perfect contrast to make that red blush pop.

"I didn't! I mean!.." he started sputtering, the memory flashing back through his mind with sudden intensity. Of course he had found that women attractive, what hot blooded young man wouldn't? However, it wasn't as if he had gone looking for it, like some peeping tom.

"Dude, you were in a public restroom!" he says, frustration and embarrassment now making his tone almost squeaky. It wasn't his fault he had walked in on them! Anyone could have!

"That woman?...She’s being tortured, raped, and mentally broken down."

Just as quickly as his face had become heated, it drained of it's bright red blush and went almost sickly white, his eyes widening once again as he swallowed and looked away. When they had been trying to get Sabastian out, there had been other prisoners as well, one's that they hadn't been able to save. Victims that they had had to leave there. And now it seemed like there was one more.

Damien didn't need to say anything more, he had already won Kyle's willingness, but the boy did nod in acknowledgement when he brought Sabastian into the conversation. Tommy had been trying to save them, and that on it's own was a noble cause, yes, but the other reason they had wanted to get Sabastian out of the General's clutches was precisely because he was so strong. He was basically a super soldier; a weapon too dangerous to have in the wrong hands.

"Alright, we'll go get the map" he said quietly, his voice shaking.

"But I can't" he says with sudden intensity, his hand reaching out to grip onto Damien's arm as his eyes stared into the taller mans.

"Let my friends get involved in this again. They're brave, and their noble, but their fucking idiots when it comes to doing the right thing. And I...I should have been strong enough to put my foot down the first time. We want to help, and we will, but, I can't let them go out there again before we're ready. And I suggest you do the same. Don't try to take him down, just get your girl and get out of there."
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That gentle hand against his cheek made him sob again, the big man simply not being able to control his emotions around the little blond. His own hand reached up to lay over his soft skin, wanting to hold him there for just a second longer.

As Sabastian went on to speak of the picture and his regrets with the note, Vin found his legs becoming weak beneath him. While they had a momentary bit of reprieve back at the last base, it had only led to more stress and heartbreak in the end, and he still hadn't quite recovered from everything. However, even without the excuse of the last week absolutely wrecking his body, that big bear still would have fell to his knees before the angel that was his whole world now. The mercy and hope was too heavy for him to stay strong, and just as Sabastian brought his other hand up to hold Vin, he found his knees hitting that hard concrete beneath him.

"I hurt you, Vin. Are you really okay with that? Being with someone who ran away? Can you ever trust me after I did that to you?"

He pulled him into a hug, his hand finally weaving through that soft hair to pull him down against his shoulder as his body shook.

"Bastian I told you, nothing you can do to me can hurt me any more than when I had to watch you run away. I...I thought I had already lost you."

His deep voice broke, choking on a sob as he tried to speak clearly.

"I didn't know what we would find at the end of that trail, if you would still be you or you would be...something else. I was terrified Sabastian. I was so scared, and I didn't know what I was going to do if we couldn't get you back..."

He swallowed and turned his face a bit so that he could kiss his shoulder and breathe in his scent. God he smelled just as good as the first time he had kissed him, and his little body felt like it was replacing a piece of his heart that had been ripped out.

"We can work on trust. We can work on pain. We can work on anything, Bastian, but we can't overcome anything if you're not even in my life. I can live without you Bastian, but I don't want to. I want you here with me, and I want to make you happy because you already make me feel whole."

 

[Poprockz]

"I didn't! I mean!..-Dude, you were in a public restroom!"

He merely raised his eyebrow to that statement for a moment before he had continued the conversation. That statement and the blush on his cheeks was admission enough for Damien that the young man had probably jerked off to that sight at least three times. And that bugged him. If only he could cleanse the memory of her gorgeous body from the man's mind so that he would never get to think of her so lewdly.

"Alright, we'll go get the map... But I can't let my friends get involved in this again. They're brave, and their noble, but their fucking idiots when it comes to doing the right thing... Don't try to take him down, just get your girl and get out of there."

Damien looked at him seriously for a moment, digesting what he had said. The tone in Kyle's voice and the hand on his own arm told Damien that the young man was treating his request with respect and appropriate consideration. He knew that if for some reason he and his friends were to be captured, they would have to resist the kind of interrogation that only a madman could provide. If they didn't, then every soldier in the complex would be put at risk. For some reason... he also got the feeling that Kyle genuinely didn't want anyone to get hurt, not even Damien.

"Technically speaking, we'll probably be taking two other prisoners from him, but I know the same concept applies. Once they're safe we're getting the hell out of there." The steely-eyed man's posture relaxed a bit and he nodded at Kyle with gratitude.

"Thank you for your willingness to help. Time is of the essence, though, so let's go get the map now." Once said, he turned and unlocked the bathroom door, pausing and turning to him. "But, you were here to take care of... well, I'll be waiting outside." If there was one thing he didn't want, it was a soldier shitting or pissing in his pants while they retrieved the map.

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"Bastian I told you, nothing you can do to me can hurt me any more than when I had to watch you run away. I...I thought I had already lost you.... I was terrified Sabastian. I was so scared, and I didn't know what I was going to do if we couldn't get you back..."

Sabastian let out a sob of his own at that point. He hadn't gotten a chance to really talk to Vin about it, but he had been terrified as well. It had been so scary to feel himself slipping and not knowing what was going to happen. All he had wanted was to be comforted, but all he could do was run away in the hopes that when his consciousness faded that he didn't hurt the people he loved.

He had been so focused on himself that it hadn't occurred to him how scary it must have been for Vin. If he were in his place, he knew he would have been desperately worried and listless until he knew that Vin was alright. Even after, he knew how hard it was to want to help someone with no way to do so, the fog of fear and trauma too thick for anyone to have penetrated when Sabastian had returned with them from the woods.

That little kiss to his shoulder felt so comforting, the man wishing that Vin would continue to kiss him until every inch of his body remembered what it was like to be caressed by a man who loved him.

"... We can work on anything, Bastian, but we can't overcome anything if you're not even in my life. ... I want you here with me, and I want to make you happy because you already make me feel whole."

It felt like his heart might implode from such a sweet admission, the blonde knowing that at this moment, there was no other choice left to him. If he chose anything other than being with Vin, then he was going to regret it forever as the man before him was the only one who he felt such a deep connection with. Leaning back a bit from the hug, his lip wobbled a bit before he started to speak in a clear voice.

"I know I've done a lot of things that might be confusing when it comes to us, and I want you to know where I stand." He reached down and opened his locket with a click, taking out the dragon-inscribed guitar pick. He held it up between his thumb and index finger so Vin could clearly see what it was. The pink nail-polish was a bit chipped, but largely still there, highlighting the silver of the pick between his fingers. "I took this from you when I left, as well as a torn off bit of one of your shirts. I had wanted to keep your smell around when I felt lonely, but eventually that piece of fabric was taken from me when one of the officers tried to get rid of the whole locket. Fortunately, the locket was recovered with the pick, and I was super grateful to the person who saved them for me."

Sabastian then got down onto his knees as well, his body nestling against Vin in a hug felt a bit more natural to him.

"I kept them with me because I needed something of yours close by. I didn't want to let go of all of you because I felt like that would mean it was really over. I don't want it to be over." Tilting Vin's head in his direction, he kissed him tenderly, gracing those hot lips with his own cool ones. When he drew back, he removed his blindfold and fixed Vin with two, heartfelt eyes each looking at him with adoration.

"I love you, Vin." Sabastian smiled warmly, letting out a choked little laugh. "I love you so fucking much."

 

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Kyle nodded in understanding. Honestly, he was relieved to hear that they would try to get those other victims out, as their mission hadn't gone as well as they had hoped, and though his last few days had been filled with worry for Tommy, it wasn't as if some guilt didn't sneak into his psyche once in a while.

"But, you were here to take care of... well, I'll be waiting outside."

He was a bit too somber now to be embarrassed anymore, but he still shifted his feet a little and looked away, towards a stall, as he waited for Damien to go outside. Once he had, he took care of his business quickly and then started to lead him over to the sleeping quarters. As he walked in, he took a quick look around to make sure no one else was in there before he led Damien over to the bed where Zac had been sleeping.

Bending down to get on his knees, he pulled out a little cardboard box that was kept under the bed, prying to lid off just a bit and taking a quick peak inside. He seemed to be looking for something before he opened it, and seeing as, besides the map, there wasn't a whole lot to hide, then it was probably just what most young men kept in secret boxes under their beds-them lovely lady magazines.

Grabbing the map and a little nylon bag, he put the lid back on the box and shoved it back under before standing up. He then turned around and offered the supplies to Damien.

"That's rock climbing gear in that bag. I don't know if you'll need it, or if you guys know how to use it, but honestly I would rather you just take it so Zac can't run off again."

Kyle waited for him to take the gear, and then his green eyes looked around once more before he looked up at Damien.

"Listen... I know you guys will probably have a better chance at this, but, I still have to ask that you don't come back here after your done. At least not until you are sure you aren't being tailed. Kuznet's spy's are...really good. I know Jameson has been struggling to keep them off our ass, but he's already been talking about moving us again."
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"I know I've done a lot of things that might be confusing when it comes to us, and I want you to know where I stand."

Vin's eyes were drawn down to where Sabastian was reaching, and once he saw what was in his hand, he sniffed and smiled. That locket. That beautiful locket that had dazzled almost as brightly as the man who was wearing it. Had he had it this whole time? And how had Vin not noticed earlier, when he had went to see him? Perhaps he was simply too stricken with grief at the horrible card that they both had thought they had been dealt.

He wasn't expecting to see what was inside, but when Sabastian opened it, and then held the pick up before him, Vin sobbed once again and brought his hand up to cup the side of Sabastian's face, his joy pouring out through those salty tears as the realization really hit him.

"I didn't want to let go of all of you because I felt like that would mean it was really over. I don't want it to be over."

He had kept it with him. And not just the locket, but a piece of Vin himself.

Delvin hadn't realized how important this would be to him, how much of a difference in the feelings of, 'he only did it to protect you', and, 'he did it to protect you, because he cares about you' would be. His heart felt as if it was going to hammer it's way right out of his chest, and by the time that Sabastian graced him with those soft, cool lips, Vin was no more than willing putty in his hands.

"I love you, Vin. I love you so fucking much"

How had he ever thought that the teenage flame he had held once before was the his purpose for existence? His reason for living? It was but a candle in the dark corner of his life compared to the rays of sunlight that Sabastian was pouring through his cracked window, lighting up his life with that soft glow, and showing him how dazzling a jewel could shine.

His hands reached for him, one going to the back of his head to weave gently through his soft hair, and the other pulling him forward with his palm against the small of his back. His lips sought his out, sharing in another tender kiss, as words were simply failing him. It wasn't hard, or hungry, but there was a need there that Delvin had never felt before, and as he let out a little groan of vulnerability, he pressed himself against that cool little body and wished that it would never end.

 

[Poprockz]

Once Kyle had relieved himself, he followed him to the soldiers' quarters and watched him take out the box. He leaned in a bit to try to see what was in it, but the other man seemed to be leaning away and not opening it much in order to hide its contents. He wondered what could be in the box, his curiosity only being more triggered. However, as Kyle removed the map and little bag, he had to open the box a bit more and Damien caught the sight of a lady's legs.

The ghost of a smirk came to his face as he realized what was in there and why Kyle was hiding it. He wondered just what pages that Zac had folded and earmarked for his viewing pleasure. If he had to guess... Kyle probably also delved into Zac's porno box from time to time with the ease with which he had located it.

"That's rock climbing gear in that bag... but honestly I would rather you just take it so Zac can't run off again."

He nodded, accepting the offered items and opening the bag, tucking the map into it and closing it once more. The map was vital so it was imperative that he not lose it.

"Listen... I know you guys will probably have a better chance at this, but, I still have to ask that you don't come back here after your done. At least not until you are sure you aren't being tailed...."

That statement made him look up, meeting his eyes as he once again gave a little nod and straightened up. "Okay, that makes sense. Yeah, his spies are really something else. I'm not sure how they found us in the first place. Maybe they were just always watching." He sighed and reached up, running his fingers through his hair. That was another thing they needed to think about. If they weren't taking Kuznet out, then how were they going to hide from him? How had he been tracking them so far? They'd have to talk about it when they were all together again, but they couldn't risk Kuznet finding them again.

The madman would likely lock Vin up, drug Sabastian and use him as a zombie slave, kill Damien, and take Cora, Quint, and Sayori back for his own sick amusement. It put a fire in his stomach whenever he thought about that General getting a hold of her again. Unfortunately in this story, the monster hunter might not be able to take down the monster, but he would damn well save its prisoners and flee from the cabin.

"Speaking of watching..." Damien frowned at Kyle and reached out to put a hand on the young man's shoulder before looking him in the eye and leaning forward. Those steely eyes of his bore into Kyle's as he wanted to make himself very clear. "I'm very grateful for your help, but I have to say that if you put your hands on your dick while thinking about Cora, I will haunt you when I die. As an extension of that, if she and Vin come back here and I'm not with them, you can bet your ass that you'll wake up to my eyes if you even so much as make her feel uncomfortable."

With a satisfied nod, he released Kyle and took a step back.

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No words were needed as he felt himself being pulled into another kiss. He could feel the connection between them, and he assumed that Vin shared his relief and joy. To be there with Vin was an unparalleled gift as only a day before he had thought that he would have to continue to force both of them apart despite his heart's wishes. The blonde heard that soft groan and couldn't help but put his arms around Vin's neck, allowing himself to be pressed chest-to chest with him.

So overwhelmed with the joy and the urge to hold Vin, he hadn't even noticed that his extra arms had come out and wrapped themselves gently around Vin's back. They didn't wiggle or move around much, but they did snuggly hold him as though he was almost afraid to let Vin go. Vin was the only one who made his heart swell like this, the only one who he longed for and whose touch he desperately needed.

When he finally pulled back, he hovered near Vin's lips as though he wanted more, not being able to resist as he gave Vin another another heartfelt kiss. It almost seemed unreal, how happy he was right now. Vin was intoxicating, Sabastian feeling love-drunk as he too let out a soft noise of fulfillment.

Soon though he really was able to pull back more, sighing as he closed his eyes and rested his head on Vin's shoulder in the crook of his neck. "You're so warm. I missed this. I missed being able to touch you like this."

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Cora hadn't told Sayori what had happened to her while Sayori was facing her own trial in the shed, but she could assume that it wasn't anything good as Cora had seemed to shut down a bit, not really talking to Sayori very much. She had still responded to questions, but after Kuznet dragged Cora out of the house with that recorder, Cora had come back completely drained. Sayori had cleaned her up and tried to comfort her, but it seemed like nothing she was doing was helping at all. It also didn't help that Quint had now been removed and spent most of his time in the shed.

With Quint gone and Cora's mind in a far-off place, Sayori felt a bit lonely. Her own sadness was starting to creep up on her, the death of her sister coming more often to mind. While Cora preferred to spend her time gazing out the window, Sayori had napped as much as she could, though one could only nap so much. When she was tired of sleeping, she had moved to the bathroom and painted her nails listlessly. As expected, all she could find were soft pastel colored polishes. She settled on the pastel blue, using a little trick with some clear glue she found in one of the desk drawers to make sure that it was flawless.

The small woman in the Pink Sweater blew on her nails and stared at them, suddenly feel a wave of melancholy. She and her sister used to paint each other's nails when they would get together. Those times were gone now, but she couldn't seem to let go. Every time she thought of Hanako, her heart would bleed and the tears would come again. She simply sat on the floor of the bathroom for a while, her knees up and her arms wrapped around them.

 

[Drobabes]

"Speaking of watching..."

The tone in Damien's voice, and the sudden look on his face as he reached forward and placed that hand on Kyle's shoulder, was enough to make the poor kid gulp. He tried not to lean back or squirm out of his grip as the steely eyed man made his threat clear, but he would be a damn liar if he said it was easy to stand there and not run away.

When he was released at last, he felt a little shiver go down his spine, and he had to bunch his shoulders up for a brief second in an attempt to hide it. His eyes were a bit wide as he answered with a shaky, but clear,

"Right, got it. Loud and clear."

It didn't help that Kyle definitely had dreamt of the pretty lady, and in that moment, he was terrified that Damien was going to be able to read his mind. And although he didn't believe in ghosts, he held no doubts that he might just wake up with a pair of cold, colorless eyes staring down into his own. And by god that was somehow way more unnerving than just the idea of being haunted.

"Well uh" he says, clearing his throat.

"God speed."
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He didn't mind at all when those extra limbs came out to hold him. Infact, it felt good in a way, to be wrapped up so snugly by the man that he loved. When Sabastian pulled back from the kiss, Vin was left wanting for those sweet lips, his breath hot and heavy against the little man's face as his eyes looked down into his own. He squeezed him once more as those cool lips graced his own, and his hands roamed down his neck and to his shoulders, simply not being able to get enough of him. He had yet to really feel anything through his shirt just yet, and even if he had, might not have attributed it to anything cuts in Sabastian's skin just yet as he was still so overcome the moment.

The blond pulling away was the only reason they were able to get some air, and surely Delvin would have continued to kiss and fondle every inch of him until the sun went down. He hadn't expected things to go this way; hell, he truly hadn't known what he was expecting to happen. But the fact that he was here with him again, in his arms, was almost too good to be true and Vin felt as if he were floating in a dream. Though if he was dreaming, than he prayed he never woke up, because this would surely shatter his heart into a million pieces.

"You're so warm. I missed this. I missed being able to touch you like this."

His own eyes closed and he leaned his head down against those soft locks before turning to plant a soft kiss against them.

"Bastian you have no idea how much I missed you. I was so worried. So, so, worried. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't drink. I could barely even eat, Damien had to force me half the time..."

He trailed off for a moment, his eyes opening as he became a little stiff.

"Shit."

He started to pull back, hesitated, as if he didn't want to let go of him, and then seemed to make up his mind and move so that he was looking down at his little lover. His hands couldn't quite bring themselves to let go though, and they simply slid over to his slender little arms.

"That's what I needed to talk to you about. We...well, no, Damien got a message. I think from the General. It was..."

He trailed off again, and though he had stopped crying during their heated kissing, those chocolate pools of soft brown took on a look of deep sadness and, almost fear, before misting up once more.

"...Cora. It was a video recording. I don't...want to tell you what was on that tape, but we have to go get her out of there Sabastian. We can't wait for Jameson to do whatever it is he is planning, I don't know if she'll make it that long."
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Though Cora didn't nap as much as Sayori did, that evening, she found herself craving the mind numbing peace that only sleep could give her. So, while Sayori was in the bathroom, the taller women made her way over to the bed and curled up beneath it's sheets. She didn't bother to cover her head, but rather just laid listlessly atop the mattress until her drowsiness finally claimed her. She was so mentally exhausted that when Ray came into the room a short while later and stood beside her to tuck a stray bit of hair behind her ear, she didn't even so much as flinch. Infact, unbeknownst to the evil man, it only added to the sweet dream she was having.

With a little smile on his lips, he turned from her and walked to the bathroom door. For a moment, he simply stared at it's pale wood grain, the gears in his mind working before he glanced back at his little Cora. She was such a sweet little doll, having finally submitted herself, mind, body, and soul. Perhaps she deserved a gift.

Yes. Infact, he knew she did. Her punishment had gone on long enough, and though it had taken her years, she had finally reached the metaphorical end of her path, and stepped off of her own spikes.

Reaching down into his pocket, he pulled out the key to the bathroom. Whether or not his little bird had locked herself in there was of little importance to him-she was just the means to an end at the moment, though he was quite pleased with her as well. She had shown a resilience to his punishments that he was not completely sure she would have, and it boded well for the future of their little 'family'.

Once the door was open, he simply pocketed his key and stepped inside.

His eyes roamed over her slowly, taking in the softness of her sweater, and the contrast of the pastel blue. It pleased him immensely and reminded him of the single cotton outfit that she had wore in the cells. Her position on the floor was also not lost on him, and as he bent down in front of her, he decided that this evening, his little bird deserved some special treatment as well.

With a soft look on his face, he reached his hand out and ran his finger under her chin, and then gently up across her cheek. His eyes roamed her face for a moment, taking in her small and petite details as he decided what he wanted to do with her. Once he had made up his mind, he let his hand come down from her cheek to behind her shoulder, and with a very gentle nudge, he said,

"Come here my little bird. I am going to give you a bath."

 

[Poprockz]

"Right, got it. Loud and clear. ... Well uh.. God speed."

The way he said it prompted Damien to narrow his eyes at him suspiciously. He could have been wrong, but he felt like he was detecting just the slightest hint of guilt. Although, come to think of it, the soldier was probably mostly guilty about having seen her in the first place, so that could very well be what he was picking up on. With his suspicion somewhat soothed, he replied, "thank you. And good luck in the resistance."

With that, he turned and walked out of the solders' quarters, looking around and orientating himself before moving toward the medical building. Technically speaking, he could have just taken off and drove like mad to where he was keeping her, but he needed Vin and Sabastian's help if they were going to be successful. In addition, that heart-to-heart with Vin made him want to show Vin that his trust was not misplaced. They may have been set up to part ways afterward, but it mattered to him that Vin didn't think that Damien viewed him as some toy he could play with and discard at will. Vin had taught him some valuable things, and he would be forever grateful that even now Vin was willing to help.

He trudged up the steps of the building and tried to see if Vin was anywhere nearby. Not having spotted him, he simply sat down on one of the steps and waited. He would have liked to take the map out and start studying it, but that probably wouldn't be a good idea if someone sniffed out what they were going to attempt.

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"Bastian you have no idea how much I missed you. I was so worried. So, so, worried. I couldn't sleep, I couldn't drink. I could barely even eat, Damien had to force me half the time..."

It was a mixed bag, hearing Vin say that. On one hand it touched him to know how much Vin truly cared for him, and on the other it hurt to think about how badly Sabastian's abandonment had effected him. He supposed he deserved a bit of guilt though. He could have stayed around and had a heart-to-heart before he left, giving him the real reason that he distanced the two of them. Even if he had to wear a bell around his neck, he would earn Vin's trust back, of that he was determined.

He felt Vin's body tense as he swore, Sabastian pulling back as well with concern in his eyes. His arms came back from around Vin's neck and he simply sat back on his heels while Vin's hands lingered on the sides of his arms. Those two mis-matched eyes searched Vin's face as he expectantly waited to hear what he needed to say.

"That's what I needed to talk to you about. We...well, no, Damien got a message. I think from the General. It was....Cora. It was a video recording. I don't...want to tell you what was on that tape, but we have to go get her out of there Sabastian. We can't wait for Jameson to do whatever it is he is planning, I don't know if she'll make it that long."

The blonde's eyes widened as he listened, a shocked look coming to his face. How in the world had the General left Damien a message? He couldn't have known where they were, could he? In any case, the more important part was that it was a recording of Cora... Based on the fact that Vin didn't want to reveal the contents of that video, he could only assume that Kuznet was either torturing her, or doing filthy things to their friend. "That fucking sick bastard..." Sabastian's brows furrowed angrily as he tried to keep himself from imagining all the countless ways Cora could be suffering.

To be honest, he wished he could wait for the all-clear from Jameson. It wasn't that he was afraid to be taken captive or killed (though neither of those things were at the top of his fun list), but he didn't want to endanger the rebels with their renegade mission to rescue Cora. Francisco was still trying to accumulate enough records to take the man down, so if they got into a confrontation with him, he would have to make some decisions. He would probably have to find a way to leave Kuznet alive, as awful as that would be. Though at the same time, he couldn't tip Kuznet off about it or Francisco himself might be in danger.

Still, he couldn't leave Cora to the wolves like this if he could help it, not his close friend. She had been there for him several times, never judging him and always treating him as a trusted companion.

Those two jewels burned as his look turned into a more determined frown. "Alright, I'm willing to go and help her get out of there. Do we know where he's keeping her, though?"

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Sayori had indeed locked the door, not because she believed she was safe inside the bathroom or that she could keep the officers out, but simply because she wanted a bit of privacy and to be warned when someone intended on coming in. While she hadn't heard his footsteps, she heard the scratching and clicking of the lock before watching it open to reveal her visitor.

She was a bit surprised to see him, seeing as she hadn't thought she had done anything wrong. Though she supposed that he didn't really need a reason to check up on them, this being his house and them being his toys. Part of her wondered if he was trying to catch her doing something she shouldn't be, though she knew that she was going to try her utmost not to give him another opportunity to exhibit such cruelty toward her.

While his eyes studied her, her own eyes avoided him. His hand was met with no resistance, but her body did stiffen slightly as though she was still uncomfortable with his touch. While a large part of her still feared him immensely, she was starting to nurse a part of herself that also hated him quite a bit. She thought that she was finally starting to understand why Cora was so angry, lashing out at Francisco because he was aiding this truly evil man.

His hand was felt moving to her shoulder, finally prompting those large brown eyes to look up at his as he spoke and informed her of what he had planned for the evening. A bath sounded great... that is, if the General wouldn't have had anything to do with it. As it was, his words only made her start to become apprehensive, the woman squeezing her legs slightly before releasing them and moving to stand up. Once on her feet, she lingered there and made room for him as though she expected for him to walk past her and start the bath behind her, unaware that he had his own bath in his room. Being a military man as busy and efficient as he was, she simply assumed that he merely had a shower.

 

[Drobabes]

Delvin wiped his face as Sabastian thought it over, praying that he would be willing to come with them. Even if he wouldn't-which a part of Vin almost hoped for, knowing how dangerous this rescue attempt could be, he himself had to go through with it. Even if he hadn't felt guilty for not being able to save her, Vin would never be able to wipe the sound of those screams from his mind.

"Alright, I'm willing to go and help her get out of there. Do we know where he's keeping her, though?"

He moved away from him a bit so that he could get up off of his knees, then reaching down to help Sabastian stand as well.

"Damien went to get a map. I guess one of Tommy's friends tried to sneak off on his own revenge mission, so they know where Kuznet is."
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He stood up and then turned from her, only to look back over his shoulder a moment later when she was not by his side. With another little smile, he reached down once more and turned her face towards him.

"Not here little bird. The view in my room is much more pleasant."

With that, he moved his hand down to her shoulder once again and led her out of the room, closing the door behind them a bit quietly, so as not to disturb his precious little doll. He wanted her to be awake and alert for dinner.

Once they had reached the end of the hall, Kuznet opened the door to his own luxurious abode. Much like the rest of the house, it was spotless and clean, with color tones of dark greys, pitch black bedding, and white curtains and pillows to offset. And of course, if she were looking, he had a TV...right in front of the oddly curved piece of furniture that was, for the moment, missing it's handcuffs.

He did not let her linger, instead ushering her through another door and to a bathroom that was large, but most of it's space taken up by the giant bath in the middle of the white tiled room that could have doubled as a small jacuzzi. Directly in front of said bath was a huge window, taking up almost a whole wall, and giving a view of the giant redwood forest and hills surrounding them.

Instead of directing her to strip right away, he simply walked past her as sat upon a large bench near the side of the tub. From here, he plugged the drain, and begins to run the water.

"Do you prefer a hot bath?" he asks, his tone neutral as he reaches down beneath him. From a little drawer in the bench, he pulls out a bottle of soap and adds a good bit of it into the water. In just a matter of seconds, the bubbles produced from the running faucet begin to fill the tub more quickly than the water itself.

 

[Poprockz]

Recognizing that Vin was about to stand up, he released his hold on him, returning his tentacles back into his sides. Once he was up, Sabastian took the hand offered and stood himself, not letting go of that hand as he listened.

"Damien went to get a map. I guess one of Tommy's friends tried to sneak off on his own revenge mission, so they know where Kuznet is."

"Okay, good. So you, me, and Damien are going to get Cora." He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck. Part of him wondered if he might have been able to prevent the General from taking her if he had stayed with them. However, he thought to himself that he would have simply thought of another way to fool them into his trap.

"I think I saw the car, so I assume we're taking it... Oh, and Bowie. Bowie's coming along too, right? I can feel him in the complex." Still holding the big man's hand, he started to lead him to the door. As far as he knew, their private conversation was over and the more important thing was moving as swiftly as possible to rescue their friend. Hopefully there would be time for him to really decompress with Vin afterward, but right now he felt that they might not have time based on what Vin had said.

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"Not here little bird. The view in my room is much more pleasant."

Her expression was a bit surprised for a moment before it changed to one of nervousness once more. Though it was true that he could do anything he wanted to her anywhere he wanted to do it, the idea of going with him into his room sent a shiver down her spine. What would his room look like? Would it be full of torture tools like the shed, or would it be more stark, lifeless and empty like the place inside him where his soul should have been?

At the behest of his guiding hand, she went with him out of the room and down the hall, holding her breath as he opened the door. While she didn't get a very long look at it, the room seemed to be fairly normal, surprisingly so in fact. It almost looked like a very suave hotel room, the dark blacks, greys, and whites giving it a very modern look. Her eyes caught that odd piece of furniture, but she didn't recognize what exactly it was. Perhaps it was some kind of chair or something similar. There wasn't much time to reflect on it though, as she was soon in the bathroom.

And my, what a bathroom it was. Her eyes were wide as she surveyed it- a bathroom that one might see in a catalogue. the tiles were flawless and every inch of the bathroom was clean. What was more breathtaking than the style was that enormous window. Sayori drifted toward it, moving near the glass as she looked out at the forest. He hadn't been exaggerating when saying that the view was much better in here. It was breathtaking and for just a moment she forgot where she was as she looked out over the treetops.

"Do you prefer a hot bath?"

She turned her head toward him and paused for a moment before registering what he had said, her eyes flicking down to the now-running water.

"Yes, I do." If she could have gotten away with it, she would have endured a cold bath just to make it as uncomfortable as possible to bathe with her. Though it made her almost sick to her stomach, she imagined that he would be bathing with her and might even try to slake his lust. One good thing about it all was that they were in a bath though. It meant that if he did end up cumming inside her, then she could quickly try to wash herself out as much as possible. Being the man he was (a proponent of cleanliness), she didn't imagine he would have a problem with this.

 

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"I think so, but we'll probably have to hide it. I doubt we can get another car out of here without drawing to much attention. But that might be better. If the car isn't here, that's just one less chance of that big fuck finding this place."

At the mention of Bowie, his brows furrowed a bit. He had been so wrapped up in everything, he really hadn't thought too much about the snake, though that was partly due to his confidence in the creature as well. If Bowie was smart enough to drag him to safety, and then get in-between him and Damien to stop a fight, then he was certainly smart enough to take care of himself. At least, that's what he hoped, though from what Sabastian said it sounded like he was fine.

"I guess that's up to Bowie if he wants to come. I can't guarantee we'll be able to come back here once we get her out, though."

He couldn't help but look down as they started to walk out, and despite the shitty circumstances, smile at that soft hand holding his. The feelings rushing through him were still so intense, and he knew that this could be dangerous, but he just had to believe that they could do it. If not....well...

Just before they reached the door, and while they still had the shade of the building to hide them, Vin suddenly pulls back on that hand. He doesn't pull too hard, but enough to get Sabastian to stop, and once he does, he wraps his arms around his waist and pulls him over to the wall where he proceeds to back him up against it. Not a second later, Vin is kissing him, his lips crushing against his own with need as his groin pushes him back against the building. His calloused hands slide down over his shirt to hold his waist, kneading him with affection until he's forced to pull back for a breath of air, though he doesn't go far.

"Say it again, please," he pants, leaning his forehead down against Sabastian's as his chocolate brown eyes look down into that sapphire blue with a look of longing, affection, and a little fear. Now that he had finally gotten him back, the fear of losing him was once more eating away at Vin's heart.
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He took note of her answer by adjusting the temperature of the water, and then letting it run until it was full, and the bubbles were almost overflowing. Reaching up, he turned the faucet off and then stuck a hand down into the water, testing the temperature before finding it satisfactory and getting up from the bench. He then went over to the once of the shelves above the sink and pulled down a few towels, a little wash clothe, and a large cup that seemed as if it was made to pour liquid from, likely to help pour water over one's hair as they bathed. And indeed, this was what he was going to use it for as he brought both it and the washcloth over to the bench.

Instead of stripping to get into the bath, he took a seat on the bench once more as his eyes roamed over her soft sweater. Reaching out, he took her by the hand and gently pulled her to the edge of the tub.

"It is ready little bird. Take that sweater off and get in."

 

[Poprockz]

If they needed to, Sabastian thought to himself that they could always put the car into neutral and have him push it somewhere where there were less eyes before they took off. That might not be necessary, but it was an option. he wondered if anyone would find it suspicious if they just drove off without doing anything first. If it was done with confidence, it was possible that the soldiers might assume that they were on a mission or that they had elected to leave the rebels for some reason. It wasn't as though they were forcing people to stay with them.

"I guess that's up to Bowie if he wants to come. I can't guarantee we'll be able to come back here once we get her out, though."

"Yeah, that's true. Honestly, I'll probably end up trying to convince him to come. He loves Cora more than anybody, so I'm sure he'd be more than happy to try to help her." Glancing up at Vin, he returned the man's smile and continued to walk. The fact that Vin's smile had been restored warmed his heart, knowing that the past week had been really rough for him. Though when they were almost out the door he felt the pull on his hand and the next thing he knew, he found himself up against the wall with Vin's hot lips and body threatening to make Sabastian lose himself. That being said, it took but mere seconds for him to submit to the kiss and reciprocate, hungry to taste more of him after their time apart.

As they kissed, his hands caressed the man's upper arms, groaning softly between breaths at the feeling of Vin's hefty package rubbing against his groin. He very badly wanted to jump up and wrap his legs around his waist, demanding that Vin give him some physical attention before they moved on. It was almost maddening the way he was being overpowered by Vin's godly sex appeal and how romantic he was at the same time. It didn't take long for his cock to stir, roused by the utter breathtaking way in which he was being handled.

"Say... what?" he replied in a dazed voice once his lips were released, feeling almost dizzy from how intense that kiss was. His eyes blinked and his brain caught up to speed, realizing what Vin was wanting from him. Sabastian's cheeks heated up to a soft pink, the blonde swallowing slightly and trying to summon up the words. It was odd- he had been able to say them so easily when he had been tearfully embracing him, but now it was as though the words themselves were a bit embarrassing to say.

"I... I love you Delvin," he mumbled, his cheeks only getting slightly darker.

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She watched as he got the towels from above the sink and sat back down, finding it a bit odd that he himself wasn't undressing. Though she was hesitant to hope, maybe it was possible that he wasn't going to be bathing with her. If he merely wanted a little show or simply wanted to pretend to be gentle with her, then that was all fine if it meant that he wasn't going to be doing anything further. He could have grabbed one towel for her body, and one for her hair so it was possible that she might be safe this time. Sayori wasn't going to fully hope for that though, knowing that she would only be more disappointed if it turned out not to be the case.

Following his hand, she walked over to the tub and nodded at his "request." The fluffy pink sweater was pulled up and over her head before she set it down on the bench beside him, her arms then crossing around herself in a self-conscious manner. It didn't feel like it was getting any easier for her to allow him the sight of her body. Because of the sheer height of the tub, she had to lift her leg into it and turn sideways to get in, her shaved pussy barely brushing the lid of the tub before her other leg crossed over.

From there, she sank down into the water, the bubbles also coming up around her. She couldn't deny that the bubbles smelled divine and the hot water felt so nice on her tense muscles. Of course she had showered at the base and at the house, but she had yet take a bath since the day before she was locked in her hotel room by zombies. The water didn't make her fully relax, but it was certainly easing her aches and calming her a little bit. A sigh came from her lips and she was tempted to lean back and close her eyes; her vigilance at his presence would not allow her to do so though.

 

[Drobabes]

Before Sabastian could even finish his name, Vin was kissing him, his lips pushing and urging the half zombies to open for his demanding tongue. Once he submitted, Vin let out another groan, though this time it was bordering on a growl. His hands on his hips pulled Sabastian up just the slightest amount, rubbing their groins together as he all but shook with the self control he had to exert in that moment. He knew they didn't have enough time to really get any relief, but, that didn't mean he couldn't provide a little incentive for the both of them.

Pulling away, he moved his mouth down to his neck, kissing him gently as he panted in his ear.

"I love you too, and I want to fuck you so badly."

Vin drove his point home a bit more by thrusting his hips forward, his cock twitching slightly at the sound of his angelic little lover hitting the wall behind him. What he wouldn't give to have been able to order him to take his pants and then turn around. He still remembered the way that Sabastian had moaned and writhed, his hands scrabbling against that bathroom stall door as Vin had driven himself into him over and over. Alas, it would just have to wait.

"As soon as we're done and safe, I'm going to lick every inch of you little man."
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Similarly to how he had been back in the cells, before he had begun to truly use the little women, Kuznet moved slowly and with a calculated gentleness in his touch. Dipping the cup down into the water, he gathered a good amount, and then he began to pour it across her shoulders and back. He repeated this several times, sometimes favoring one shoulder over the other, or sometimes going a bit higher up her neck and towards the bottom of her hairline, all the while with just a placid and neutral expression. When he had seemingly had enough of watching the warm water run over her shoulders, and the beautiful scar lines across her back, he moved the wash rag from his lap and brought it forward for her to take.

"Tilt your head back and use this to keep the water out of your eyes."

Turning away from her, he reached under the bench and brought out a little bottle of combination shampoo and conditioner. The bottle itself was very high quality and no doubt expensive; perhaps even given as a gift. Sitting it aside for a moment, he dipped the cup into the water once more and then began to pour the hot liquid over her scalp, starting near the back as to prevent it from immediately running down into her face. Once again, he repeated the motion, wetting small sections of her scalp until all of her hair was soaked through.

Setting the cup aside, he reaches down and gets just the smallest little dab of the product on his hand and spreads it out a bit before beginning to gently massage it through her short, pixie like locks.

 

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The way Vin was grinding on him made Sabastian pant into their kiss, unsure if he would even have the willpower to resist if Vin wanted him here and now. He was sure getting hard, that was for damn certain though. It was impassible not to be with Vin's insistent bulge seemingly trying to find a way to burst out of his pants to seek Sabastian out. Not to mention how sexy it was to hear Vin's admission that was both naughty and nice.

He had noticed before how his sex drive seemed a lot higher now that he was a zombie, but it was times like these that it really shined. His cock strained against his own pants, the man whimpering with lust when Vin pushed him back with only his hips. God, they were going to have to rescue Cora as soon as humanly fucking possible if was going to try to stay sane around this devilish man.

"As soon as we're done and safe, I'm going to lick every inch of you little man."

For just a moment, he felt just a bit nervous and his heart fluttered. He had told Jameson to keep his carved-up back a secret from Vin because he didn't think they'd ever be close or intimate again. Now though... he would have to tell him or bring it up at some point before they got a chance to get into the swing of things. He could only imagine it dampening the mood as Vin discovered it and was horrified by what he saw. While he didn't think Vin would be disgusted by it, it would probably put a halt to any shenanigans for the night.

The blonde's eyes flicked away before coming back to Vin's, a coy little smile coming to his lips a moment later. "Is that a promise, bad boy?"

He would find the right time before they really went at it- all he had to do was be patient.

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It truly seemed like he had no intention of getting in, that very fact giving her a sense of relief. If he had intended on getting in, she figured he would have already, the task of washing her hair probably being made much easier by simply sitting behind her. While it was still likely that after the bath he would bend her over, she was hesitantly wondering if she might allow herself to take a bit of comfort in the bath itself. She had no idea why he personally wanted to bathe her, but he was insane anyway, so she wasn't going to waste her time wondering for too long.

The water felt very nice when he poured it down her back, a delightful cascade of heat down her skin each time. Though the bath was plenty big enough for Sayori to completely submerge herself, the pouring of the water provided bursts of heat that were more rhythmic, a similar feeling to how she felt wen someone rubbed her back.

"Tilt your head back and use this to keep the water out of your eyes."

"Alright," she answered, accepting the washcloth and putting it over her forehead and keeping it in place with a hand on each side of it, pressing near her temples. As he had asked, she tipped her head back and waited for him to begin.

His hands were so gentle as they lathered her hair, those large fingers gently rubbing against her scalp not unlike the lady she used to see at the hair salon. With her mother in the seat beside her, they would chat with the hairdressers and relax, making jokes and venting their frustrations. Since Sayori associated the feeling with safety and relaxation, her own body started to relax a bit more, her eyes closing softly as she simply let him do it. If he wanted to harshly dump her head under the water afterward or something as equally cruel, then there was nothing she could do about it anyway.

 

[Drobabes]

Though it took quite a bit of strength to force himself to pull away, force himself he did, though he only took but a step back so that he could admire that cute blush and the desire written all over his face. At his question, Delvin gave him a toothy grin and brought a hand up to brush his thumb across his cheek and then weave his fingers through his soft hair for a moment, trying to catch his own breath. Up until this point, he hadn't been able to feel the raised bits of flesh on his back, his fingers having stayed outside of Sabastian's shirt and not really adventured farther north.

"It's always a promise with me" he said, his deep voice still having just a bit of a husky edge to it. Finally freeing Sabastian from the wall, he started to walk towards the door once more, and just before they left the building, he bent down to whisper in his ear.

"After I spank you of course."
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He took his time massaging the soap into her scalp, his huge hands making easy work of it, though he was in no hurry. The view from where he sat was quite lovely, and he was rather fond of the silky soft texture of her hair as he would pet it back occasionally, gathering more suds to certain areas. When he was done, he simply help the back of her head with one large hand, and scooped the cup down into the water with the other. And, similar to the salon, he began to rhythmically pour the hot water slowly over her, thoroughly and efficiently cleaning her scalp from one side to the other.

Though he was taking his time and being leisurely, his eyes were keen to watch her body language, waiting as he saw the signs of her relaxing. He knew she would tense up once more when he was ready to take her, but with the right bit of work put in before that time, he knew that he would have her, if not willing to his touch, then not completely fighting it either. After all, she was such a good little pet. She knew now that it was easier if she simply...relaxed.

When all the soap has been washed from her hair, he gives her a gentle nudge to sit her up once more, not trying to rush her. The heat of the water was still needed to sap a bit of her energy, after all, so he once more took his time in running it down her smooth skin. Rhythmically, and continuously; as if he were hypnotizing her. And, once he felt like she was ready, he took the wash cloth from her gently and dipped it into the water, getting it soaked with heat before wringing it out into the bath and directing her to stand up as he pulled the plug to let the water drain.

Instead of letting her leave the large basin of her own will, he stands and then reaches down to scoop her up, being sure to support her underneath her legs and back so that she would not feel jostled, or like she would be dropped. He then walks her over to where he had sat the towels down on the counter, and with one arm holding her against his chest, he uses the other to spread one of the towels out before sitting her down on it gently. Already he could see the signs, the slight shift in her arms as she wished to cover herself, and for once, he would allow her this-though not of her own choice, but instead, through him as he picked up the third towel and used it to drape over her head.

It was so large, like a beach towel, that it very easily covered her form as he moved it over her arms to cover her and keep the heat in. He then began to gently massage her hair once again, though this time, it was more to dry it while simultaneously trying to relax her.

As soon as he felt the slightest bit of tension leave her, he turned away and pulled open a drawer. From it, he procured a bottle of body oil and sat it near her hip, after dripping a bit into his hand. Once it was warmed up a bit by his skin, which had become quite hot from the bathwater, he began to rub it onto the skin of her calf before working her muscles gently.

"Hm. I may have to have Francisco take the two of you out again, your muscles are very tense."

 

[Poprockz]

"It's always a promise with me... After I spank you of course."

Those words almost made him shiver, the blonde swallowing before reaching down and taking his make-shift eyepatch out of his pocket and wrapping it around his flushed face once more. With that in place, he once again took Vin's hand and walked with him in the direction of the medical building. That was, after all, where Damien said he would be waiting for them. He had to admit that he was definitely looking forward to being bent over Vin's knee, preferably not in a maid costume this time.

From the steps, Damien had been spacing out while thinking about Cora, every fiber of his being wanting to simply hop in the car and drive like a madman. She deserved so much better than what that lunatic was doing to her, she didn't deserve to suffer like that. It hurt him that such a kind person like her faced so much strife in her life. First Kuznet, then himself, then that lecherous father... it seemed like there was no end to the horrible things that happened to someone so undeserving of them.

With a heavy sigh, he looked up when he saw movement to his left. It looked like Vin had convinced Sabastian to come with them, his eyes lighting upon the way the two of them held hands. A bit of a smile came to his lips as he realized that they had probably made up, though he wasn't sure what had changed in the meantime to allow it. When they got closer, he stood up on the steps and dusted himself off, picking up the bag and waiting for them to approach.

"I got what we needed, so we should be all set," he said, trying to make it as vague as possible.

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Throughout the rest of her bath, Sayori was slowly lulled into being less guarded. Though he was a vile man, she simply focused on the way the bath made her feel, trying to reminisce a bit and take herself to a happier time when her worries were as simple as whether the next new drink would be successful. She hadn't realized just how tired she was, her shoulders relaxed by the time he was done pouring water over her. In a way she almost wished he would keep going, though she knew that eventually the water would be tepid and uninviting; there was no use clinging to things to the point that they became unpleasant.

At his direction, she stood and watched him unplug the bath, those bubbles slowly draining with the water. Just like at the dinner table, she was waiting for his cue to leave the bath before she noticed the way he was leaning toward her. Sayori did tense a bit as he scooped her out of there and brought her to the counter. The gesture of putting a towel down for her surprised her a bit, finding it much more pleasant than sitting on what was likely a chilly countertop. That being said, she felt uncomfortable sitting there dripping wet and naked, her shoulders going slightly inward.

The next thing she knew, that giant towel was over her head and draped around her. She knew she wasn't safe, but being under the towel, covered and warm made her feel a bit more comfortable with what he was doing. This was furthered when he started to rub the towel against her hair, her eyes once again closing from the feeling of it. Her shoulders sank back to where they were before and she let out a little breath of relief, not having noticed that she was holding her breath in the first place.

When he stopped, her eyes opened and followed him as he got some oil and began to massage her leg. He was still far enough away from the rest of her body that it was still not too off-putting for her. Besides, his hands had a gentle strength to them that felt pretty good on her sore muscles.

"Hm. I may have to have Francisco take the two of you out again, your muscles are very tense."

Of course her calves were tense- it wasn't too long ago that she had literally been made to stand on her bleeding feet for half a day. It had been tiring to say the least, her body having felt sore after she woke up from her long slumber. Though Sayori decided she wasn't going to offer him a bitter little reply, she felt a bit too tired for that at the moment and didn't want to provoke him.

"Yes... I imagine they are." Sayori responded with a sigh. Her brown eyes watched his hands move, sliding up and down her skin as they massaged her. It was a shame she likely wouldn't have time to take a nap before dinner.

 

[Drobabes]

Seeing Damien still waiting for them made him feel relieved. It had surely been a gamble to trust the tall man, but, he had held true to his word.

"I got what we needed, so we should be all set,"

He nodded, then looked past Damien's shoulder before looking down at Sabastian.

"Right, I guess all we need to do then is find Bowie?"
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A little smile came to his lips, hearing that soft sigh with her reply. He finished massaging her calf, and before he switched over to the other one, he paused and brought a hand up. His finger lighted upon her skin, just under her chin, and with just a bit of pressure, he guided her face up so that she was meeting his gaze.

"You sound very tired, little bird" he said gently, his light blue eyes merely roaming over her face for a brief moment before he let her go.

"When I am done, you may rest."

Another tactic to push her along the path of compliance. Offer her something of mild value, to distract from what his real goal was. By telling her something like 'when he was done', he was putting the idea in her head that she merely had to endure something unpleasant for a short while, and then she would be able to get what she wanted-in this case, rest or a nap. His beautiful doll knew this game, though it had taken her quite a while to catch on. He was curious, though. Would the little lamb see through his move? Especially if it was the first time he put his piece forward on the board? Either way, it didn't matter. He would do as he wished, though, it would be so much more fun to see the fear in her eyes, should his strategizing prove successful.

He spent a few more moments on her other leg, massaging the knots out until she was once again relaxed, and then he reached up and moved the towel so that it was merely pooled around her shoulders. Seeing as his goal was not to surprise her and have her tense up, he once again tilted her chin up to look at him, so that she would see him coming as his mouth sought out her sweet lips with a, for The General, rather delicate kiss.

His tongue did not seek to bully it's way into her mouth, but his hand did move to the back of her neck, slowly, before holding the back of her head so that she could not pull back as he kissed her for just a few seconds longer. And though the kiss was brief, it served it's purpose-to let her know that he would be slaking his lust before releasing her once more.

"Lay back Sayori" he commanded, his voice still calculatedly gentle. As she did as she was told, he took the rag that he had wrung out, still warm from the bathwater, and folded it lengthwise. He then laid it over her eyes, like a warm blindfold, before he used a corner of the towel to wipe his hands. Once he had most of the oil off of his fingers, he unclasped his belt and freed his engorged cock.

Still, he was in no hurry.

Reaching for the oil once again, he dripped a bit more onto his hand and worked it over his palms. Once he had a good amount, he then reached down with one hand and placed it flat against her stomach, just above her cleanly shaved pussy. With softly movements, almost caressing, he moved his hand down to her silky lips and slid his palm from the top of her crease, all the way down, and then back up. While he was doing this, he used his other hand to lubricate his thick cock head, making sure that it would slip in easily.

After a moment more of stroking her, he took a step forward, and, lining his cock up, began to push between her soft petals. He waited until he felt the head of his cock be engulfed with that vice heat, and then he stopped pushing and brought his large thumb down to her clit. With practiced pressure, he gently began to rub her little button, circling it slowly for some time until he felt her tense pussy relax once more, and at which time, he began to push forward again. He repeated this over and over, never growing impatient with her, and once he had most of his cock inside of her, he moved his free hand up to spread his fingers out over her belly as he slowly pulled himself back and then even more slowly, plunge back in.

 

[Poprockz]

It seemed as though Jesse was pretty tuckered out, the woman still sleeping on Tommy's chest. From the foot of the bed, Bowie's head rose up and he moved himself up onto the blankets, slithering toward Jesse at a leisurely pace. When he reached her, he simply leaned forward curiously and flicked his tongue toward her before turning his head to look at Jameson nearby. Those violet eyes then sought out Tommy before he started slithering forward again. That well-muscled snake body of his slid over Tommy's legs carefully as he crossed to the opposite side of Jesse, moving up on the bed until the length of his body was nestled against Tommy's side. With that done, the noodle rested his head a bit higher on his chest than Jesse, seemingly pleased at its new resting place.

Bowie had been watching the sleeping one here and there when the soft one wasn't awake, finding that while he didn't know much about him, he seemed to have a lot of people that liked sleeping on him which meant that he was probably safe and warm. He was indeed pleasantly warm, just like the soft one and he really liked the way he smiled at the sleeping woman. His little tongue flicked out lazily as he basked in Tommy's body heat.

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Sabastian looked up at the building, feeling the little noodle nearby. He was just about to open his mouth and say something before Damien spoke instead.

“Last I saw, he was in the room we were in. He kept me company part of the time. Maybe he’s still in there.” He shrugged, looking at Sabastian to see if their zombie-link thing worked in this scenario.

The blond nodded, “Yep, I’m pretty sure he’s in this building. It almost seems like he’s pretty pleased about something.” He paused and a bit of an awkward look came to his face. If he could feel that from Bowie, could Bowie feel how turned on he had been (was currently)? It had never occurred to him before, but it was possible that Bowie had been a silent mental spectator to the rush of pleasure and emotions that Sabastian himself had experienced with Vin over the past few weeks. He wasn’t sure how he felt about that, the man clearing his throat before shift on his feet.

“Yeah, let’s uh... let’s go in.” Taking the lead, he opened the door and went inside.

An eyebrow was raised as Damien glanced at Vin and then reached over, holding the door open for him. It made him curious as to what might have put that look on Sabastian’s face.

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“You sound very tired, little bird. When I am done, you may rest.”

She nodded, mulling over his words as he moved on to the second leg. While the bath and massage were no doubt pleasant, she knew he wouldn’t have brought her here just to pamper her. There was a give and take here, often in ways she hadn’t been able to anticipate. It seemed as though he was saying that if she simply offered no resistance and let it happen, that it would be over more quickly and that he would let her get a nap in before dinner.

That did sound appealing, especially since she knew that if he took her right there on the counter that it would only add to her desire to rest.

That hand on her chin prompted her to look up, the woman seeing him leaning in close. It seemed as though it was a kiss he wanted, Sayori soon feeling his lips pressed against her own. It was odd though- it wasn’t the usual type of kiss he gave. Usually he would absolutely dominate her mouth, forcing her to accommodate that large tongue as it sought to seek his one-sided pleasure. This time the kiss was much more bearable and though she couldn’t have pulled away due to the hand at the back of her neck, she didn’t even try to do so.

It seemed as though he was intent on being very gentle today. Perhaps he was in such a good mood from recent events that he had decided to reward them by easing his cruelty. If that was all she had to put up with before being allowed to nap, then perhaps she might be able to tolerate his sexual advances in this case. It was going to happen anyway and she didn’t have the energy to put up a fight like she usually did.

“Lay back, Sayori.”

And she did, the counter large enough for to completely lay on her back with her ass at the edge of it. The towel around her shoulders still covered her torso and breasts, allowing a bit of modesty despite the situation. A little stir of fear came to her when the rag was placed over her eyes, not particularly liking the idea of having her sight taken away. To remove it would make him angry though, so she left it, thinking to herself that the warmth of it did feel a bit nice though.

From there she heard the clink of his belt, knowing that the monster had been let loose from its cage. She started to become a bit nervous until she felt his hand light upon her stomach. It wasn’t comforting, but at least she wasn’t blindly waiting forever him to strike. Sayori felt it slide down, that slightly rough palm contrasting with how soft and smooth her own skin was. A tingle went up her body, though she didn’t react outwardly to his intimate caresses other than swallowing.

Though soon she felt his hand be removed and replaced by the bulbous head of his cock, the slick thing rubbing against her slightly until it quickly found her entrance and started to sink inside her. She tensed, understandably, as the last time they were in this position, he had thrusted into her haphazardly, uncaring of whether it was uncomfortable for her or not. Instead of feeling him thrust forward though, she felt him pause as though giving her time to adjust. Sayori was hesitant to relax though, fearful that he was simply waiting for the chance to spear her.

Her body was a sensitive one, and it was no different this time around as well. When his thumb started to play with her pearl, she tried to bear with it but found herself eventually panting softly nonetheless. Every once in a while, her knees would go inward a bit from a particularly enticing bit of pressure, her hips squirming ever-so-slightly. It started to make her wet, her focus so preoccupied with his thumb that she forgot to tense after a while, then soon feeling his cock inching its way further inside. Feeling so filled up by his cock added to the eroticism of his caresses, making her body hot with arousal. Or maybe her body was merely still hot from the bath, she tried to tell herself.

By the time he was fully sheathed, her pussy was quite wet from his attentions, allowing for him to slide out and back in fairly easily. Her tight insides would usually feel like they were trying to choke the life out of him, but similarly to when he had drugged her, she was relaxed enough that while she was still very tight, her pussy was more milking him rather than constricting. While she couldn’t control the way her body was reacting, she tried to keep her voice in check. A little mewl came from her as he bottomed out in her depths once more, despite her best efforts. A hand went up to her mouth to press on her lips, those blue pastel nails looking glossy in the light.

 

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Sabastian was watched with curiosity as he seemed to get an embarrassed look on his face. Vin really didn't understand the link all that well, only that they could sense each other, and from what Sabastian just said, could feel each other's emotions. But past that, it was rather vague, and Damien's look was met with a similar look of his own, and a little shrug, as if to say, "I'm just as clueless as you are".

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Jameson had been wrapped up in reading the reports that Tommy had given him, so his eyes had yet to notice the snake, even as it was moving.

The experiments were disgusting and shook him to his core. Every piece of information he got, from these reports, to what Francisco had given him, to his own findings, was painting a picture of someone akin to a serial killer having never gotten caught. Except that it was a serial killer who had access to power and resources that had allowed him to build an empire around his sick desires, his actions having no consequences, except to the victims that got in his way.

He sat the report down on the side table and brought his prosthetic hand up. Tommy had only been awake for a short while, so he hadn't had the chance to tell him that he would soon be sporting one of these as well, lest he wanted to leave the broken, gnarled mess that was once his trigger hand. The General seemed to favour that, finding peoples strengths and tearing them down until they were a hindrance, and a weakness. If it weren't for the fact that he had left them both for dead, he might have thought he was simply trying to teach them a lesson.

He mused on that a bit longer, his brain numbing out as it took a bit of a rest and he thought about his other duties for the day. He wondered if Francis was going to contact him today, or if he would need to send a message out. It was difficult, and he hated taking any risks, as the more people that knew of what he was really doing, the higher the chances went up for him to be caught. As far as Jameson knew, in this base, it was only him and Tommy that knew of the betrayal Francisco was plotting. He wasn't aware that during Sabastian's stay in the cells, he had unfortunately been brought into the coup, nor was he aware that that was the way Francisco liked to play his game. Though it would have been helpful to have everyone playing by the same rules, with all the cards revealed, Fran had seen enough people tortured beneath Kuznet's boot, and knew that all it took was hitting the right pain spot and names and faces could start pouring out like bloody vomit, so it was better to keep the cards face down until the final round.

His eyes moved over to the two sleeping teenagers then, softening a bit, until, he finally noticed the snake.

"What the fuck?" he said, jumping a bit from the startling sight. After that initial reaction, though, he calmed down enough to recognize that the snake wasn't a wild animal by the color of it's scales, and though it was big, it certainly wasn't big enough to pose any threat to the sleeping teens. Though how it had gotten here was a mystery to him.

He stood up and walked over to it, then reached down and began to pick it up, his curiosity getting the better of him. It was just about the time that he was lifting the big boys body up from the warmth of Tommy that the group walked in.
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His smile turned a bit demented as she slipped and let out a confirmation to his efforts, soon following it up with that dainty little hand, as if by placing it there it would be able to stop her from making any further noises. He wasn't about to allow this, as he wanted her completely distracted to his true intentions; until it was too late of course.

Switching from his thumb to the palm of his hand, he covered the top of pussy and sensitive little clit with a gentle pressure, rhythmically pushing up on it each time he would slowly thrust back inside of her wet sex. He knew that should he have continued to use his thumb, her little pearl would have become quite sensitive, likely leading to his touch feeling almost painful and Kuznet definitely did not want her in any physical pain at the moment.

Because he was in the mood for deceit, he would twitch that big cock of his every other thrust or so. His goal was to get her used to the feeling of it, so that when the time came for him to donate a bit of his own DNA, she wouldn't be able to tell the difference between a purposeful jump from his cock, and his own hot sperm filling her insides like lava. It wouldn't take long either, as the way her tiny body was jostled gently beneath him drove his pleasure forward, only further enticed by the soft pastel nail polish that she had so artfully applied.

A few more moments were spent slowly thrusting into sweet juices, and upon one of these thrusts, Kuznet slowly pushed his hips forward until he felt her body push back against him, resisting his cock and not allowing it any deeper. It was upon this particular thrust that he came, deeply, as close to her cervix as he could. And when he was done, he simply pulled back slowly and then continued to thrust into her once more, his cock now twitching even more from the sensitivity in that thick head.

He took another few moments to work her, ensuring that his cum would be pushed up into her on each thrust, and then he switched over to enticing her little body. He wanted her to cum on his thick meat, not only to work his seed up into her, but just to see the shame behind her eyes when he was done with her, and pulled that little hand rag down.

His palm moved down to gather more of the combination of oil, and her own natural juices, before moving back to her clit. Once there, he began to build his rhythm up to a quicker speeding, adding just a bit more pressure, and letting his free hand slide up her slender waist to light upon one of her small breasts. He kneaded it gently, sliding his cock back out, and then thrusting forward once more to combine all the sensations into one experience; trying to tip her over the edge.

He didn't say a word, nor make a sound, as he worked. Much like the way in which he cooked, his method was methodical, with a clear cut goal in mind.