Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

[Poprockz]

"I haven't had any girlfriends yet"

"I'm... going to be your first time?" At first she looked a bit shocked, her strokes slowing down from the distraction of his statement. She had known that he was a bit shy and inexperienced, but this certainly was a surprise to her. At the very least, she had thought that he would have had a one-off or something.

After a moment of absorbing his words, her cheeks started to become a bit more flushed and she got a very pleased look on her face, though she tried not to sound too excited.

"That makes me really happy, Tommy. I mean, it's pretty selfish of me to say, but... to think that you're sharing something like that with me, it- well," she moved her mouth to his neck and kissed it softly, "it means a lot to me. I kinda wish my first time had been with you, but that ship has sailed." Damn it, she couldn't help herself, kissing and sucking on his neck the next moment and accidentally leaving a hicky in her enthusiasm. There was simply something so enticing about being the special person that Tommy was going to be with for the first time.

"When it happens, I hope as your first girlfriend I can make your first time..." Those beautiful fingers of hers that were wrapped around his cock started to stroke him with more swiftness, her fingers gathering some of the precum at his tip to make her strokes more slick.

"Unforgettable."

She was stroking him with both hands now, wringing the pleasure out of him with steady and eager purpose. Every time he made a little noise of satisfaction, it made her body tingle, her underwear soaked with her own fluids.

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"It better n-"

"I know it won't- we can both see your resolve." Dave smiled, interrupting Robert and causing the other man to frown slightly before sighing. The bartender removed his arms from around the other two, not knowing where they were headed, though it was soon obvious that they were all headed for the medical building Tommy was staying in, Robert holding the door for the two of them as they entered.

"Hm. he's on the ground floor right? I think they said 7A?" Dave looked around, wondering if there was a sign-in sheet or something.

"Are you going to see Tommy? No, it's 6A actually."

"Yeah, I haven't seen him since he left for that mission, so I'm excited to see him awake and kicking." Dave glanced at Kyle's still-pale face and gave him a sympathetic look, "hey, Kyle. Don't let your mistakes hit you too hard. It's all good to recognize your part in things, but punishing yourself won't do anything but make you miserable."

 

[Drobabes]

His cheeks lit up with a bit of a blush again, the admission making him a bit self conscious. After all, he was eighteen, going on nineteen, and by this time in his life it was a bit expected that he would have at least dated once or twice. It wasn't as if Tommy hadn't wanted to, either, but between a combination of not having many girls around to ask out, his goals towards working in the army, and the girls that were available at the time really not being his type in personality, it just hadn't seemed to happen for the young man. Sure, he probably could have chased after some tail if that's all he had been interested in, but his perception had been shaped by the solid relationship of his parents, and he had a bit of a romanticized idea of what it should be like, rather than just what he could get.

"That makes me really happy, Tommy. I mean, it's pretty selfish of me to say, but... to think that you're sharing something like that with me, it- well, it means a lot to me. I kinda wish my first time had been with you, but that ship has sailed."

He smiled just before she went for his neck, which sent another delicious tingle up his spine. When she told him that he wasn't her first as well, he didn't feel any disappointment. If anything, it made him want to perform-to show the lovely little lady below him that he could be better than whoever she had been with before. In order to do that, though, he was going to need her help a bit.

"When it happens, I hope as your first girlfriend I can make your first time...Unforgettable."

His cock jumped once again as his free hand began to explore her body, slipping under her shirt and feeling the smoothness of her back and his fingers dug into her flesh with just a little bit of pressure, his desire bleeding out into his actions as he panted and groaned. He brought his own lips down to her neck as well, returning her sweet kisses before sucking on her collarbone, and then the soft skin of her neck. When he pulled back, his breathing was heavy and his voice was heady.

"I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I can, mmph...maybe I can make it unforgettable for you too."

Her fingers were stroking him so quickly now, the combination of her saliva and his own precum making his cock slick and filling the small space between them with such lewd sounds.Tommy was surprised to find that those sounds were turning on just as much as her tight grip, and before he was really prepared for it, he felt his orgasm creep up, and then explode through him, only giving him a few seconds to warn her with a strained voice.

"Jesse! You're going to, make me cum!"

His cock seemed to swell, and then explode, jumping and twitching in her hands as a warm spurt of milky goo shot into her hands, and then on her shirt. Tommy himself was too lost in the feeling of that amazing explosion to notice that he had soiled her clothing, his lips having returned to her neck to kiss and suck on her warm body as he groaned from her attentions.
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"hey, Kyle. Don't let your mistakes hit you too hard. It's all good to recognize your part in things, but punishing yourself won't do anything but make you miserable."

Those green eyes looked over, Kyle being about the same height to meet Dave's with an even gaze. He was silent for a second, and then he gave him a simple nod and said, "right. I'll try and remember that."

After that, he walked forward a bit, needing a bit of a break from their gazes. It only took a moment more for them to reach the medical room, but when Kyle reached out for the door, he noticed the little 'do not disturb' sign. Man, Jesse had really wanted to lay into him, hadn't she? He couldn't help but smile just a bit, imagining the little women carving him out a new asshole. Though, he wasn't hearing any yelling like he might have expected.

 

[Poprockz]

His attentions to her neck only made her hands more enthusiastic, the woman loving how warm his lips were on her skin. Her own breath was a bit heavy as well, a quiet moan coming from her at the kiss to her collar. It turned her on so much, her hips squirming slightly as she felt a bit more of her nectar drip into her underwear. Thank god she had another clean pair left to change into, as she thought she might be a bit self-conscious about wearing soaked underwear. Of course being a bit turned on and getting a bit moist was fine, but she felt like at this point if Tommy were to reaching in to her leggings and then panties that he would come back with a hand absolutely glistening with her arousal.

"I'm looking forward to it. Maybe I can, mmph...maybe I can make it unforgettable for you too."

Her only response was to bite her lip, knowing that he didn't have to try- it would be unforgettable regardless as long as it was with him. Even if he was a bit awkward as most people were the first time, she would be happy to have him inside her.

"Jesse! You're going to, make me cum!"

Oh god, the look on his face was sexy, the man seeming to unravel in her hands. She loved it, her body shuddering slightly as those hands of hers didn't let up. She continued to massage his slick length, wringing him for every drop until it seemed he had unloaded everything. Her hands were wet now, drenched in his cum. Jesse simply panted softly, very gently and slowly stroking him to wind them down, not yet realizing that her hand wasn't the only thing that had been given a sticky surprise.

"You have... no idea how wet I am right now," it was almost embarrassing to say, but she still felt herself compelled to say it. Her eyes flicked away from him and then back, the woman letting out a little nervous chuckle. She wanted him to know what effect he had on her, how she craved his fingers and wanted them to be exploring her hot insides. In fact, if he wasn't opposed she considered asking him to do just that, to rub and stuff her until she too came for her soldier.

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Out in the hall, the two other men trailed after Kyle, soon arriving with him to the door. Robert had been curious as to what had made Kyle smile, seeing a "do not disturb" sign on the door. Though he didn't know why the sign was up, he wondered if he shouldn't come back at a better time. It was possible that Tommy was in pain or wanted some privacy perhaps. For this reason he hesitated, hanging slightly back for a moment.

Dave on the other hand, had no such reservations. He figured that if Kyle had considered it acceptable to pop into the room, then it shouldn't be a problem, especially since Kyle seemed to know Tommy the best out of the three of them.

Knock knock knock "Tommy? are you awake?" He paused for a respectable moment before reaching for the handle and turning it. Well, trying anyway. He got a confused look on his face and turned to Kyle, "do they normally lock the door for patients?"

The half zombie behind them shrugged, not quite knowing why either. Something smelled a bit odd about this corridor though, though he couldn't quite put his finger on it.

 

[Drobabes]

His cock felt really sensitive after cumming so hard, but the way that she slowed her strokes until he had calmed down a bit was so satisfying, and didn't overwhelm his senses like he might have expected. He took a deep breath and let it out slowly against her neck, before he pulled back and gave her a little smile.

"You have... no idea how wet I am right now,"

Shit.

He felt a tingle race through him, going straight to his ball and skyrocketing his horniness all over again. His cock might have started to go soft after such a satisfying session with this gorgeous little women, but as soon as those words left her mouth, he was back to be rock hard once more. He swallowed hard, trying to moisten his mouth a bit before speaking.

"Can I help? I would really like to."

He returned her little grin with a bit of a shy smile, those light blue eyes of his staring into her own as he started to lean in to kiss her, his hand moving back around to her torso. He had just barely felt the touch of her warm lips against his own when the sudden knock to the door made him flinch hard. He drew back as his head whipped up toward the door, and then he looked back down towards Jesse.

"One sec!" he said, his voice going annoyingly higher than he meant it too as he scrambled back and tried to tuck his still hard cock away. Crap this was not good, he did not have the right underwear on to be hiding a boner!

"do they normally lock the door for patients?"

Kyle looked at him and gave him a light shrug.

"I don't think so, but Jesse was really mad at him for sending her over here without telling her why first, so I think she wanted to talk to him in private."

He smiled then, his teeth showing a bit through the grin.

"She's probably carving him a knew one as we spe-"

"One sec!"

His mouth closed and his eyes went to the door, his face becoming suspicious. That didn't sound like a guilty man in there...

 

[Poprockz]

The knock was just as much as a shock to Jesse, the woman having coyly nodded at his request before closing her eyes for that kiss. Instead of another hot make-out session and Tommy getting to know her much more intimately, she got that jarring and abrupt interruption.

"Shit!" Jesse jumped and hissed quietly, scrambling out from under him and looking at the door before sharing a look of panic with Tommy. Her eyes then went to her hands, a frantic rush to find a tissue following shortly afterwards. Unfortunately, the box she found was empty, and she didn't think wiping her hands on the sheets of the bed was a good idea either. If someone sat on them, they might get Tommy's cum on their pants or notice the crusty dried stains later. Of course she couldn't use her shirt either to wipe-

HER SHIRT!

"Shit!" Another very quiet hiss left her as she discovered that his viscous expression of pleasure had been deposited onto her shirt as well. The only saving grace was that she had visited Tommy in her civilian clothes- a pair of black leggings and black t-shirt; if it had been her tan military shirt she would have been in deep shit. As it was, she could probably use this to her advantage. It wasn't going to be as pleasant, but she could make it work.

The woman started to wipe her hands on her shirt, getting all the cum off her skin before carefully taking the shirt off, turning it inside-out, and putting it back on. She was extremely careful not to get any cum on her head or arms, and it seemed to have been a success when she was done. Of course she had other shirts in her pack under her bed so it wasn't that bad, but the walk back to her luggage was going to be interesting. She just had to pray that she would have time to get another before the scouting mission she was on today.

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"One sec!"

Dave too raised his eyebrow. If that wasn't the sound of a young man caught with his hand in his pants, he didn't know what was. Though it was soon apparent from the rustling on the inside that Jesse was indeed in there as well, just as Kyle had said. Two and two started to be put together for Dave, the man starting to try to stifle a smirk as he waited.

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"Coming!" Jesse called out as she skittered over to the door, taking a calming breath and glancing at Tommy to make sure he was decent before unlocking it and opening the door, immediately crossing her hands over her chest not only because she was a bit annoyed at being interrupted, but also to ease her own discomfort. It wasn't gross per se, but it did feel weird to have Tommy's slick cum pressed against the skin of her belly, making her shirt slightly stick to her.

"Didn't you see the sign? It says "do not disturb," Dave. I have half a mind to shut the door in your face." Her tone was cross, and it was obvious that she wasn't joking. "You too, Kyle. I hope it's something important."

At that point, Robert was pointed slightly away from Jesse as though he was looking down the hall. His cheeks were pink and he had a somewhat uncomfortable and embarrassed look on his face. As soon as the door had opened, the smell of cum and juices had wafted out and smacked him straight in the face. It was very strong and he could smell cum all over her. Thank God they had locked the door or this might have been a lot more awkward, Robert thought to himself.

Dave gave her a smile, his eyes flicking past her to Tommy and quickly taking note of how flushed they both were before looking back to her. So that's what they were doing, how scandalous. "Ah, I'm sorry about that. I was so excited to see Tommy since I hadn't gotten a chance to visit since he woke up. Oh? What's this?" Reaching out hesitantly, his hand went toward her ear. Jesse's cheeks went a bit more pink and for a moment she was scared that maybe she had accidentally wiped some of Tommy's cum on her neck. She braced for what was coming; what she got instead was wholly unexpected.

"Oh man! Who is hiding chocolate coins behind your ear, Jesse?! You might need to file a report to Jameson- we can't let a rascal like that get away, you know." With a flick of his wrist, something appeared between his fingers, its shiny wrapper catching the light with a dull shimmer.

The man grinned widely and offered the foil-coated confectionary to her, though she simply gave him a flustered glare for a moment.

 

[Drobabes]

Tommy hadn't noticed the mess he had left on her shirt until she started to panic and try to find something to wipe it off with, but at that point, he didn't think his cheeks could go any more pale. Not knowing what else he could do, he simply finished zipping up his pants and then hopped into bed, using the blanket to try and hide his erection under the guise of needing a bit more rest, seeing as he wasn't fully healed.

As soon as she opened that door, Tommy spotted Robert standing there and his once pale cheeks went damn near as red as Kyle's when he got embarrassed. His 'wounds' were soon forgotten, as was his erection, as he flew up out of that bed and made a beeline for the window, cranking it open without a word. The jig was up, and he could only pray that Dave wouldn't be perceptive enough to notice what had happened, and in turn tease the shit out of him about it later.

"You too, Kyle. I hope it's something important."

Kyle had leaned around Dave to take a peek in the room, a shit eating grin soon lighting up his face as he saw Tommy skitter across the bed and do the walk of shame to the window. Oh boy was he going to have fun with that one later. But in the meantime...

"Yup. Super important."

That same grin was now turned on Jesse, in full force, if perhaps not just a bit more. If Dave and Robert weren't standing right beside them, he might have even shown the little pigtailed rocker a bit of pride in that smirk, for making his boy over there a man.

He proceeded to walk past her without a word, dug around in the little nightstand a few feet from where Tommy had taken a very keen interest in something happening outside the window until he found what he was looking for, and then pocketed it in his pants. As he was turning to walk by Tommy, but of the boys bumped their elbows together in a very subtle way, and then he was making his way back out once again.

"See you later Jesse! I gotta take something to Jameson. Oh, and he wants to see you after dinner, something about learning to drive the supply trucks with me and Zac."

 

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"Yup. Super important."

Her eyes narrowed at Kyle, that shit-eating grin of his making her feel just a bit flustered. If felt like he knew what was going on just by looking at Tommy, but it wasn't as though she could really say anything to him out loud or anything. Even if she could, what exactly would she say? 'Don't mind me, I just jerked Tommy off until he came all over me'? No, that was going to be something she would leave to Tommy. She knew there was value in talking about one's experiences with friends, so she really didn't care whether Tommy shared some of the details of what had happened- she just didn't want to be there when he did so.

"See you later Jesse! I gotta take something to Jameson. Oh, and he wants to see you after dinner, something about learning to drive the supply trucks with me and Zac."

She blinked, her guard temporarily lowering as she contemplated being able to drive the supplies. Of course her dad had taught her to drive an automatic and a stick-shift car, but she knew that trucks were a bit different. Besides, the apocalypse had some different rules regarding cars she imagined, especially in regards to avoiding Kuznet and his men. The woman would probably have to scarf her dinner, but she could make it to Jameson in time for the lesson.

"Oh, okay. I um, actually have to go get ready for a scouting trip so thanks for letting me know. I'll see you later, guys." A polite nod was given to Robert, Dave and Kyle, her eyes then going to Tommy. She gave him an almost mischievous little smile and said, "I'll come by tomorrow, so maybe we can have lunch together."

With that she jogged off, her pigtails bouncing as she escaped to what she hoped was a very brief shower before her trip. Tommy wasn't aware, but Jesse was thanking her lucky stars that she had the foresight to have secretly have planned for one of the female soldiers accompany her to a sex shop on the other side of town. Andrea, one of the soldiers that occasionally helped her with drills, had smirked and accepted the request, the woman having not batted an eye when Jesse gave her an explanation of why they were going there. In turn, Andrea had filed the request and had been approved to go on a scouting trip, bringing along several other female soldiers that she knew would keep their mouths shut.

The premise for the trip had been so that they could gather some much-needed supplies from some nearby stores that hadn't been explored yet, the army largely having hit the obvious stores first. The young woman herself had planned to grab one or two things, but now she had a plan to fill up a backpack with things she intended to use... to make Tommy's first time memorable.

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Dave had simply stood there, watching everything with that knowing smirk of his. His complexion was that of a cat who had caught a mouse, completely smug in the thought of playing around a bit. When Jesse had not taken his chocolate coin, he held on to it, shifting it from between finger to finger in an impossibly smooth way as both Jesse and Kyle left for their own duties.

"Hmm..." He strode into the room, looking around before addressing Tommy, "so Tommy, how are you? It must be so hard to be laid up in here. It's really touching to see you and Jesse together though." Though he didn't give any indication that he had done it on purpose, there was definitely intention in the words he was using, hoping that he might be able to tease Tommy just a bit while pretending that he was none the wiser. He relished the redness of Tommy's cheeks, hoping he could milk his embarrassment for all it was worth.

Behind him, Robert tried to put on a less embarrassed face, though he was having a hard time. Based on Tommy's blush, it was possible that he knew that Robert knew, the man knowing what he was and how sensitive he was to smell. The fact that he had opened the window confirmed it. Even though it made being in the room more bearable, it still felt a bit invasive to be smelling both of their intimate fluids.

 

[Drobabes]

Cora woke up with a start, her heart racing fast as her wide eyes looked around. She started to stand up but soon felt a pressure around her waist, and then another on her shoulder. When she looked over, she saw Quints jeweled eyes staring at her with concern.

"Nightmare" was all he had to say, and she nodded, relaxing back and then leaning into his side. She pulled the blanket around herself a bit more snuggly and then looked around.

"Quinton..."

"Hmm?"

"Why are we on top of a roof?"

She didn't necessarily hate heights, but she didn't like the fact that they were just sitting on something that, with one wrong move, could send them both toppling to the ground. Not that it was that far of a fall, but if they landed wrong, they could break a bone.

"Better vantage point, and the wind was blowing this way. I wanted to catch anyone sneaking up on us."

"And protect Sayori" she said, trying to hide the amusement in her tone.

"Well, yea" he said, as if it should have been obvious. Normally he would might have caught the way she was teasing him, but he wasn't ready to face that yet. They sat there together for another moment, both of them rather silent, until Cora cleared her throat.

"Hey Quint, you remember when Dad used to take us out on the lake when the moon was full?"

"Yea" he said, smiling down at her.

"And you remember when mom rowed the little canoe out, all quiet, and scared him so bad he screamed?"

Quint started laughing, his voice light and not at all held back in volume. The sun had been up for a minute, and he was getting antsy about moving them. It was probably best everyone start waking up.

"You know, he tried to play that off like there was a witch out on the lake that night. He had me going for a few years actually."

He laughed again, though a bit more restrained this time, and looked down at her.

"I'm kinda surprised you remember that Cory. I thought you forgot a lot of that stuff."

Her hazel eyes stared into his own for a moment, and then she let out a little sigh and laid her head down on his shoulder.

"I remember our parents..." she said quietly.

"I try to remember everything I can about them. It's just...the other stuff I try not to think about too much."

"Yea..."

"Hey Quint...can we-"

"You're boy toy is up."

"What?"

Her voice was a bit annoyed as she sat up and gave him a dirty look, but not because of the harsh tone he had used, or the words he had said, but because he had cut her off. She hated it when he did that, not just because it was rude, but because he knew her well enough to know when she wanted to talk about something serious, and knew just where to stop her if he didn't want to. It drove her nuts! He was the one always pushing for her to see therapists and talk about things, but whenever it turned back around on him, oh no!

"I'm going to talk to him. Don't look at me like that Cory, I'm not going to kill him. Maybe,"

"Quinton!"

"But you're going to let me talk to him, or we're leaving his ass here."

She glared at him for a full minute, her face turning redder and redder as he did nothing but give her that deadpan stare. A few minutes, and a few deep breathes later, she finally slumped her shoulders and nodded.

"Alright, but if you so much as even think abo-hey! Quinton! Don't just leave me up here you fucking shithead! QUINTON!"
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Cora wasn't the only one having nightmares that morning. Vin's body was a bit colder than normal, laying there next to the little blond, but despite the cold, he was still sweating quite a bit. In his mind, he was back in that restaurant, his feet carrying him slowly across the tiled floor. Each step was excruciating, making a nasty squish and squelch in the warm red pool that was below his feet.

Blood. Gallons of it. So much of it that, were he to slip, he knew he would likely drown in it, his lungs filling up with the life that he couldn't save. And then, he was there, in the doorway once more. Except that this time, she hadn't done it just yet. The knife was still in her hand, her belly still swollen with a whole different life as it seemed to be sucking out her own. Her eyes were hollow, but fierce, and just as she brought the blade down to her skin, Delvin sat up and lifted his arm up into the air, as if reaching for the knife. As if he could still stop her.
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"so Tommy, how are you? It must be so hard to be laid up in here. It's really touching to see you and Jesse together though."

Tommy gave him a look of flabbergasted embarrassment, his mouth opening and closing several times before he finally built up enough courage to say anything.

"Man, shut up! We weren't doing anything!"

He didn't say you did, stop shooting yourself in the foot dumbass.

He cleared his throat, and then spotted Robert standing just outside the door, trying not to come in.

"Hmm, so uh, did you guys need something? I was just about to get dressed."

 

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Indeed, Damien had woken up, stretching slightly before a yawn came upon him. His car was pretty comfortable as far as sleeping went, and the gel Sabastian had put on his back was doing wonders for him. When he leaned back against a surface, it provided enough cushion that his burn wasn't bothered by it. That was such an immense help that he thought to himself that he might just have to find a way to repay Sabastian for his kindness.

The way things had turned out was completely different from what he might have expected. When he had seen Sabastian come for them, for a minute he had suspected that trying to run off would have been the last thing he ever did. The compassion the blonde had displayed for Cora had been touching, as had his acceptance of Damien. Granted, he imagined he was still on probation one might say, but it seemed as though he was willing to put confidence not only in Cora's faith, but also in what he himself had seen of Damien. He hadn't ever imagined that anyone other than Cora would ever accept him when they found out the truth.

Opening the car door, he stretched once again and went to the trunk to find a shirt. He had slept with a blanket, but hadn't bothered to put his shirt back on after Cora had cleaned his burn. The man slipped on a black one, closing the trunk and walking away from the camp to do his business. He figured Cora and Quint were probably still sleeping, though he hoped her chat with him was successful. He couldn't lie, deep down he wished Quint liked him, but he understood that wishing didn't make things so. The best he could hope for was that Quint forgave Cora for choosing to be with him.

The man took a leak, tucking his cock away afterwards and zipping up his pants. He hand wandered a bit into the treeline for some privacy, unaware that anyone might have followed him.

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Sabastian stirred from his slumber and to his delight he awoke right next to Vin, tucked away in that same sleeping bag. A wide, contented smile came to his face, his eyes still closed. That cold, shitty bed he had slept on in the prison had been awful, the sleeping bag at the base being much better. Still, nothing compared to having that wonderful body pressed up against him, those burly arms there to hold him. Only, he wasn't being held at the moment for some unknown reason.

After sleepily blinking his eyes open a few times, he noticed that Vin was actually a bit agitated in his sleep, a rather desperate look on his face. It wasn't as though he necessarily looked scared, but it was obvious that he was distressed. The joy at waking up next to his lover turned into concern and the smile slid off his face, Sabastian wondering if he should wake him up. After a few more moments of Vin moving restlessly, he had just reached out his hand when Vin sat straight up, reaching out to the air.

He wasn't sure what was going on, nor did he know what to do. To snuggle with the big man and give him a hug might have been too stifling depending on what he had just had a nightmare about, but he knew Vin might have needed a physical touch.

"Vin? ... Are you okay?" The hand that reached out for him moved to the man's back, starting to rub his shoulder in what was hopefully a welcome touch. Sabastian's eyes shone with concern, waiting to see if Vin wanted to talk about it or not.

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"Man, shut up! We weren't doing anything! .... Hmm, so uh, did you guys need something? I was just about to get dressed."

Dave shrugged, his grin only growing a bit as Tommy said what they were all thinking. Oh how wonderful that prickly attitude was, that bashful denial of what he had likely done.

"What do you mean? Do I need a reason to visit my sick friend? I could get you some ingredients, you know..." He waited, waited for Tommy to take the bait.

Behind him, Robert had opened his mouth before closing it in confusion. Ingredients for what? What was he talking about?

 

[Drobabes]

Unbeknownst to Damien, Quint had taken the time to sneak around in the night, as quiet as a little mouse, and retrieve Cora's pistol from the trunk. It hadn't been easy-he thought for sure he would have woken the steely eyed man up when he popped the trunk, but perhaps he had gotten lucky in that Damien had barely gotten much sleep the past few days.

Her gun didn't have many bullets, only about three, but he didn't plan on using it. What he wanted instead, was simply the visual security it could provide, knowing that as soon as Damien turned around and saw him standing there with it in his hand, it would make him think twice about trying anything. Even if Damien pulled his own gun out, there was a pretty good chance that Quint was a quicker shot, and even if he went down, then it would only prove to Cora that this tall motherfucker was a piece of shit. The rest, he would trust in Sabastian's hands.

"Morning" he said casually, his own light eyes meeting those steely grey almost head on. Damien was just barely taller than himself, and Quint thought to himself with satisfaction that, had he not changed and gained all this extra strength, he could have taken him. He might have needed to play a little dirty, but he could definitely take him.

"I don't think we've officially met yet, but that's alright. I don't need a name, I'll just call you rapist until we get to know each other a little better. And we will be getting to know each other, real good."
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Cora had tried to stand up, but as soon as she so much as took a shaky step, vertigo hit her hard and she was forced to sit back down on shaky legs. If she were not so absolutely furious with him for leaving her up there-knowing she couldn't get down on her own, she might have vomited from fear.

Suddenly she felt a slight weight on her legs, and when she looked down, she found Bowie staring up at her. He had likely come up to bask on the warm roof tiles.

"Bowie" she said quite seriously, lifting him up so that his little eyes were meeting hers.

"Quinton went to go 'talk' to Damien, and we both know how he is with 'talks'. If you value his life, Bowie" she said, her voice dropping down so harshly that even the snake tried to shy away from her.

"You will not let him hurt Damien."

The little snake let out a small hiss, but it was more whining than threatening, and then he gave her one single bob of his head before he quickly slithered out of her lap and all but leaped off the roof. She then watched as he took off towards the treeline, his little body moving him with seemingly inhuman (or was it insnake?) speed.
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"Vin? ... Are you okay?"

He took a quick breath in, his eyes looking around and adjusting, and then he took another, slower breath as he brought a hand up to his forehead.

"Yea. Just a bad dream."

Despite his reassuring words, he was shaking quite badly, the images in his mind having been conjured up from memories that had been tucked away to deal with at a later time. Except that, Vin really hadn't had any time to deal with it, and now they seemed just as fresh as the day it happened.

He had to take a few more deep breaths to steady himself before he was finally able to let out a long, slow one. His hands moved to his lap and he cracked his knuckles slowly, using the distraction to calm his mind for a moment. When he did finally look over at Sabastian, his chocolate brown eyes were a bit weary.

"You know I didn't tell you everything that happened at that diner" he started, feeling that now was probably just as good a time as any to bring up one of the points in the note that Sabastian had left, that he was worried about.

"It didn't...he didn't, go all the way, but..."

He swallowed, looking away for a moment to stabilize himself again before bringing his gaze back to Sabastian.

"That zombie guy caught me and held me down for quite a few minutes before I was able to do something. I don't...like to be confined, let alone how that was. But I just...wanted you to know that while we were at the lake, before you left, I was never disgusted with you Sabastian."

He let out another sigh, struggling to find the right words while also trying to come to terms with his own trauma, of what had almost happened to him. When he spoke again, it was very soft and almost in a whisper.

"I only got so upset when you held me up above the water, because the memories of that diner were so fresh. It triggered that fear and helplessness, but it didn't have anything to do with you, Bastian. It was just a fight or flight thing. Sometimes...trauma can come out, when you least expect it. It just gets, triggered by something, and suddenly your brain feels all those emotions again, even if your not in the same kind of danger."

He moved his hand up to cup the little blonds face, his thumb gently rubbing against his cheek.

"You could never disgust me, and I hope you believe me when I say that. Even if you somehow became something I know you don't ever want to be, it wouldn't disgust me Bastian."
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"...I could get you some ingredients, you know..."

Unfortunately for Dave, the young soldier had started to become comfortable with the man. Not as comfortable as he was with Kyle, of course, but still comfortable enough for him to quickly walk over to the bed and grab a pillow, and then proceed to beat the wild haired bartender with it. He didn't hold back either, knowing his blows with a pillow would be much gentler than an outright punch, but still hard enough to vent some of his embarrassment and frustrations.

 

[Poprockz]

No sooner had he had his dick securely tucked away did he hear the crunch of a footstep, the morning quiet enough to have given Damien warning that Quint had approached. It didn't seem like the other man was trying to hid it either, approaching him openly. The gun in Quint's hands immediately drew his gaze and a neutral expression came to him before his eyes flicked back up. It seemed rather odd that Quint had a gun when he had the power to kill Damien quite easily without it. There was a possibility that her brother was concerned about the gun Damien himself kept, but Damien really had no reason to kill him in the first place, especially since he had almost died trying to save the man.

"Morning. I don't think we've officially met yet, but that's alright. I don't need a name, I'll just call you rapist until we get to know each other a little better. And we will be getting to know each other, real good."

When Quint said the word "rapist" Damien cringed inwardly, his gut twisting from that cruel word. It was true and he couldn't deny it, which made it all the more painful. Was he trying to intimidate him, possibly trying to put the fear of God into him in regards to Cora? After a moment it occurred to him that he had done the exact same thing to Vin, threatened him and tried to assert himself as Cora's sole protector. The irony of the situation was not lost on Damien, the man a bit quiet for a moment before responding.

"I'm sure you're aware that my name is Damien, but you can call me whatever you like, Quint. That being said, I'm not sure if we need to get to know each other. It's obvious that you don't like me, and it's equally obvious as to why. I understand that you're probably here to tell me that if I do anything to anyone that you'll make sure I don't live to see another sunrise." His tone was even, not even a hint of flippancy in it. Those steely eyes of his watched the other man carefully. He wasn't going to put it past Quint to actually try to harm him and if that happened, he needed to be ready to run like his life depended on it. Between the two of them, it was possible that Damien was the faster draw, but he absolutely refused even the idea of shooting the person most important to Cora- he simply would not. That being said, he wasn't going to let himself be killed either.

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"Yea. Just a bad dream."

Sabastian didn't say anything, but let out a little "mm" to let Vin know that he had heard him. Instead of speaking, he sat and continued to rub the man's shoulder, waiting for him to make the next move. He wondered what Vin had been dreaming about, thinking to himself that it could have been about when they captured Vin and beat him within an inch of his life, or maybe about when the complex had been overrun. When it looked like Vin was ready, he met the nomad's eyes and waited.

"You know I didn't tell you everything that happened at that diner. It didn't...he didn't, go all the way, but... That zombie guy caught me and held me down for quite a few minutes before I was able to do something. I don't...like to be confined, let alone how that was. But I just...wanted you to know that while we were at the lake, before you left, I was never disgusted with you Sabastian."

He had been listening, his eyebrows knitted at the idea of some fuck holding Vin down. To picture Vin afraid and helpless, it made him almost feel sick with empathy. He knew what it felt like to be taken advantage of, helpless and without the strength to resist. There were very few things he wouldn't have given up to be able to take that back for Vin, to restore the man's peace of mind and sense of security. Though when he circled the conversation around to Sabastian, the blonde cocked his head slightly in confusion. Was this having to do with the dream, or was Vin just getting something off his chest? Perhaps it was both.

"I only got so upset when you held me up above the water, because the memories of that diner were so fresh. It triggered that fear and helplessness, but it didn't have anything to do with you, Bastian. It was just a fight or flight thing. Sometimes...trauma can come out, when you least expect it. It just gets, triggered by something, and suddenly your brain feels all those emotions again, even if your not in the same kind of danger.... You could never disgust me, and I hope you believe me when I say that. Even if you somehow became something I know you don't ever want to be, it wouldn't disgust me Bastian."

Could it be that Vin was talking about the note he left him, the part about Vin thinking he was disgusting? God this was a heavy conversation to be having just after waking up. Regardless, he owed Vin an answer after the other man had bared his heart to him.

Sabastian looked away from Vin, unable to really look at Vin while he was talking. It was hard shit to say, and he wasn't sure whether he would lose his nerve if he looked into those dark eyes.

"I... want to believe you about them and I guess... me, but I'm having a hard time. I don't think you're lying to me, but even I'm having a hard time accepting them. They're weird, creepy, wiggly, and also slimy when they get wet. They've got weird ends that can change shape and dispense stuff, and every day the line blurs between my human body and the zombie arms. Sometimes if I'm feeling super emotional, I won't even notice that I've brought them out." He paused for a moment and reached up, gently brushing Vin's hand from his cheek and frowning, his eyes starting to tear up slightly.

"They're just... they're just fucking inhuman and gross, you know? And... I don't ever want to be the reason you feel triggered. No one should have to relive shit like that, especially you because I don't want you to feel helpless. I just- You don't have to-" He shook his head in frustration and shrugged, "it doesn't matter whether they're gross or not if I keep them in when I can anyway, so talking about it doesn't change anything."

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"Wait- what are you- TOMMY! Ow! Stop! I'm just- ow! I'm just a frail bartender! Robert! Robert, where are you going?! Help me! You traitor!" .... "Whew, you finally calmed down, I see. Well, I can get you some stuff for the guilt cookies right aw- Tommy! Please! I was- ow! I was only joking."

"NOOOOOOO!"

Dave's screams would forever haunt the medical building.

 

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"I understand that you're probably here to tell me that if I do anything to anyone that you'll make sure I don't live to see another sunrise."

"Do I need to say it? I thought you were a smart man. I figured you would have already knew that, having hung around with Sabastian for any amount of time. Of course, I figured you might also realize we aren't bullet proof, so"

He held up the gun then, giving him a little wave with it, though he didn't directly point it at him.

"I just thought I would get your attention first. No, murderer," he said, dropping his voice down a bit as he took a casual step forward, his eyes coming back to meet Damien's after having glanced away behind him. Bowie was sitting back there somewhere. He couldn't see him, but he could feel him.

"I thought it would be a lot more useful to tell you that I don't actually want to kill you. Hurt you, yea. Oh hell yea. I know so many torture techniques that I could probably have ISIS touching their toes to take my knowledge up their furry little asses. Infact, I know of about fifteen ways, right off the top of my head, that could leave you screaming from now until sunrise tomorrow without ever leaving a mark on that pretty boy face or yours. I also know of about another thirty or so that wouldn't leave any scarring. Infact, I would probably have a lot more fun just popping all of your joints out of their sockets, over and over again, until you needed to walk with a cane by the time your thirty five."

He took the gun and stuffed it down in his belt, still keeping it within easy reach if he needed it, but for the moment at least, choosing to cross his arms. He took a deep breath then, letting it out slowly so as he didn't end up grinding his teeth down to a wet glob of calcium dust on his tongue. When he next spoke, his voice was a bit deeper, and a whole lot deadlier.

"I don't actually like hurting people, Damien. But for you? For what you did to my sister? To Sayori? I might. I actually just might."

He was silent another moment, those stormy eyes glaring him down like he were imagining it, maybe even savoring it. From behind them, a rattle in the bush could be heard before a loud hiss, Bowie soon slithering out to coil in front of Damien's feet with his head high. Quint didn't even bother to look down at the snake, knowing he was only acting that way because Cora had likely sicked the little noodle on him. But it wouldn't be necessary.

"Luckily, for you, she cares about you. Cora care's about you in a way that I just don't understand, but it doesn't matter. The only thing that matters is that, if anything were to ever happen to you, she would be...more than broken. Kuznet broke her, once, and she's never been the same since. I don't know if she could handle being broken again.

"Which brings me to my point-you're going to be my bitch. From now until she decides she doesn't want you anymore. I am going to be your jailer, your probation officer, and most importantly-you're therapist. Every single morning that you wake up alive on this earth, you are going to come to me, and you are going to spill your guts to me on something traumatic that happened to you, from as early as you were in dipeys, to yesterday night. And don't you think about spinning some sob story narrative for me, because I'll sniff it out faster then a tick hound on a bitch in heat. And any time you start to doubt what I just said right now, you just remember whose thumb I was under for a good majority of my life. I'll know Damien Finch. I'll know."

His face was completely deadpan as he finally took a break from his rambling to give the other man a chance to speak.
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Vin let him brush his hand down, simply sitting and listening to what Sabastian had to say. He could only wait for him so long though, before he reached out and pulled Sabastian up and into his lap. For a long moment, Vin simply held him there, let the comfort of his hug ease him down until he could figure out the proper thing to say.

"It's a bit like dysphoria, isn't it?" he asked quietly, his hands going up to gently rub along Sabastian's arms.

"You're body has these parts, but your brain doesn't feel like they should be there-like it's not right, and they aren't an expression of your true self."

He let out a sigh, easing up on his hug in case Sabastian didn't want to be held right now. It was difficult for him though, seeing as all he wanted to do was scoop the little man up and rock all his problems away.

"I don't know if I can help with that part of it Sabastian, but I do know that I can tell you, confidently, that they don't bother me. Just like Robert doesn't bother me, and Cora's brother doesn't bother me. That doesn't mean I want another guys goo on me," he chuckled, looking down into Sabastian's eyes to give him a little smirk.

"But I imagine you wouldn't want another guys spit or fluids on you either."

The smile dropped from his face slowly, and then he looked out the doorway.

"I'm sorry that you feel the way you do about them, and if you need to keep them inside to make yourself more comfortable, then I'll stop pushing you to bring them out. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, just like you don't want me to feel triggered. The problem though is that sometimes things are going to happen to make us feel uncomfortable, and I don't think it's a good idea to run from it Bastian. You couldn't have known that holding me up was going to trigger things just as much as I didn't. But now that we do know, we can be aware of it. And I think things like that should be a separate issue of what you're going through right now, anyway."

 

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"I just thought I would get your attention first. No, murderer,"

While the word "rapist" had made him cringe, the word "murderer" actually made him flinch. He knew what he had done to those women, and he had never harmed any of them. It's true that he had killed people, but... most of it was self-defense. No, that wasn't true. Several of them were executions. Indeed, he had never really thought too much about it before, but he indeed was a murderer. It was an unsettling thought that he would probably have to contemplate further at a later time.

Throughout the rest of Quint's monologue, he had simply stood his ground. He wasn't intimidated by Quint all that much, but he wasn't going to take his words lightly either. Mental preparation had already been done to make himself ready to bear the brunt of Quint's hatred and animosity. The only movement he made was to cross his own arms, finding the morning air to be just a bit chilly.

"Which brings me to my point-you're going to be my bitch. From now until she decides she doesn't want you anymore. I am going to be your jailer, your probation officer, and most importantly-you're therapist. Every single morning that you wake up alive on this earth, you are going to come to me, and you are going to spill your guts to me on something traumatic that happened to you, from as early as you were in dipeys, to yesterday night. And don't you think about spinning some sob story narrative for me, because I'll sniff it out faster then a tick hound on a bitch in heat. And any time you start to doubt what I just said right now, you just remember whose thumb I was under for a good majority of my life. I'll know Damien Finch. I'll know."

He had expected the threats, the desire to kill and/or severely hurt Damien, but what caught him a bit off-guard was what Quint was saying about being his therapist. His lips pursed slightly, his finger tapping slightly on his arm. Did this man expect for him to confide in him? Why? He had confided in Cora because he felt close to her and thought she deserved an answer regarding Toby and his phobia of water, and god knows what he told Vin when he was drunk, but Quint? Quint didn't care about him, nor did he care about his traumas. He wasn't quite sure why, but he actually found himself a bit offended to his own surprise.

Even more surprising was the fact that Quint had elicited a somewhat curt tone from Damien, a bit of a scowl on his face. "Jailer, probation officer, fine. However, I have no intention of talking to you about my past. It's none of your business whether Mother did or did not tuck me in at night or Father was out on business. Sating your curiosity is also none of my concern. I suggest you reevaluate your expectations."

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When those big arms pulled him against Vin's body, he had almost thought to resist. That temptation immediately dissipated the moment he felt that comforting heat from his skin. Sabastian himself was still only in a shirt and a pair of boxers, so their embrace felt comfortingly intimate, though without any sexual elements at the moment. The man leaned against him, allowing himself to be held as a sigh escaped his lips.

"It's a bit like dysphoria, isn't it? ... You're body has these parts, but your brain doesn't feel like they should be there-like it's not right, and they aren't an expression of your true self."

"That's... a good way of putting it."

The loosening of the hug only made Sabastian press himself a bit more against his chest, his arms now going around his torso. Now that he had been invited to get some physical comfort from Vin, he wasn't going to let go until Vin told him to do so. Before, he hadn't been as much of a touchy-feely person per se, but there was just something about the nomad that made him want to be close to him.

"I don't know if I can help with that part of it Sabastian, but I do know that I can tell you, confidently, that they don't bother me. Just like Robert doesn't bother me, and Cora's brother doesn't bother me. That doesn't mean I want another guys goo on me, but I imagine you wouldn't want another guys spit or fluids on you either."

He gave Vin a little half-smile, his eyes becoming just a bit playful from seeing that dashing smirk. If any guy were to try to get his goo on Vin, he knew he would smack them silly from principle alone.

"I'm sorry that you feel the way you do about them, and if you need to keep them inside to make yourself more comfortable, then I'll stop pushing you to bring them out. The last thing I want is for you to feel uncomfortable in your own skin, just like you don't want me to feel triggered. The problem though is that sometimes things are going to happen to make us feel uncomfortable, and I don't think it's a good idea to run from it Bastian. You couldn't have known that holding me up was going to trigger things just as much as I didn't. But now that we do know, we can be aware of it. And I think things like that should be a separate issue of what you're going through right now, anyway."

About mid-way through Vin's speech, tears started softly rolling down Sabastian's cheeks. While he was still listening, he also leaned his forehead against Vin's chest, not quite knowing how to respond. It made sense what he was saying- that he didn't find the tentacles gross and that it was more that he didn't like being man-handled. Still, it just seemed like the tentacles were still risky to have out if not even Vin knew what would trigger him.

"But what if I have them out and end up being playful with you and ruin things or something? If it keeps happening, eventually you won't like being around me and we'll start drifting apart or resenting each other." His voice got a bit smaller, "I'm scared of fucking up, Vin." His tears dripped onto the man's chest, the blonde feeling pretty vulnerable in that moment.

 

[Drobabes]

"Sating your curiosity is also none of my concern. I suggest you reevaluate your expectations."

If it were possible for Quint to lose anymore of the emotion in his expression, he might have done so. Instead, what ended up happening, is his face slowly turned down to the ground and he stared at Bowie for a very long moment.

"Go get Cory off the roof, Bowie. I won't kill him, but this is something that needs to be said in private. Go on now."

The snake watched him for a moment, not quite suspiously, but almost as if he were afraid to go to Cora. After a moment, though, he did as he was told, slithering off through the bushes and leaving the two men alone. As soon as Quint couldn't feel him close, his eyes turned back up to Damien, a deadly glare replacing the emotionless scowl he had been wearing.

"Curiosity? I don't give a flying fuck what happened to you. I already know quite a bit, and even if I didn't, I wouldn't want to, because as far as my moral compass is concerned, the minute you chose to harm an innocent person without someone holding a gun over your head and telling you to do it, is the minute I lost any speck of mercy for you."

He let his arms drop down, his jaw becoming tense as he took a step forward.

"I'm not suggesting, and I'm not asking. I'm not doing it for curiosity, I'm not doing it to satisfy some sense of closure in myself, I'm doing it...because for whatever twisted reason, my sister, seems to think you are worth saving. That you can be a better person."

Quint had stepped close enough now for the man to see the flecks of purple in his eyes. The new, inhuman part in him almost flashing in his anger, looking for an outlet to let loose with all that strength and snap Damien's bones like twigs.

"But beyond that, she seems to think that she's found her reason for living, and that if anything were to happen to you, then she couldn't go on. Did she ever tell you that she tried to kill herself? Yea, it wasn't no halfhearted attempt either, she knew what she was doing. If anyone else had been there but the best doctor, with the best access to equiptment that only big bucks can buy, she would have been gone. So I don't doubt her anymore when she tells me things like, if you were to ever betray her trust...if you were to ever prove that you aren't the person she thinks you are...then she would do it again. And this time, she learned from her mistakes. There will be no miracoulous recovery."

He hadn't meant to, but the fear of losing her clawed its way through his anger and brought tears of pain to his eyes; tears that he refused to let spill over. He wasn't backing down from this, and he wasn't about to let Damien worm his way out of it.

"Now I don't know about you...but I don't like leaving things up to chance. I'm going to ensure that that never has to happen, one way or another, and the only choice I am going to give you is how painful you want to make it. Like I said, I don't give a fuck about you, and I don't need my curiousity sated to help me sleep at night. I'm doing this for my sister, and I will do anything, to keep her safe."
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"But what if I have them out and end up being playful with you and ruin things or something? If it keeps happening, eventually you won't like being around me and we'll start drifting apart or resenting each other. I'm scared of fucking up, Vin."

Seeing as he hadn't pulled away, Delvin went back to holding him, wrapping his arms around him and bringing a hand up to run his fingers through his hair. What Sabastian had to say, though, almost made him chuckle. Almost.

"Is that what you're scared of? That you'll push me away from making a human mistake?"

Now he did chuckle, very lightly, but cut it off quickly. He then took a small breath and leaned back a bit, looking down at his beautiful little angel.

"Sabastian, do you think couples don't have misunderstandings? Do you think relationships are perfect? You can't read minds, and you can't stop bad things from happening all the time. All you can do is work on them when they do happen, and try to work on mitigating the problems in the future. Resentment doesn't build like that Sabastian, resentment builds from..."

He paused there, his eyes drifting a bit before coming back to him. He was remembering he marriage, thinking about it for the first time in years. He had still been somewhat young, but he had tried damnit. But Nikki just hadn't wanted to put in the effort it would have taken to fix things, nor had she ever wanted to put in much effort at all. Unless he was the one making a mistake, of course. It was all too easy for her to blame him for things without taking her fair share of why the problems had arose.

"...not putting in the effort. From ignoring the problems instead of facing them and actively working, together," he said, giving him a little squeeze.

"To fix them. You're already trying to do that, right now, by hiding parts of yourself that you're afraid are going to cause problems. But I think you are afraid of the wrong thing. If I would have told you that I didn't like being held up like that, and then you did it to me again, knowing full well that it would piss me off, then we might have a problem. But even then, depending on the circumstances, it's not a deal breaker. You obviously care and don't want to hurt me, and that's a solid foundation for me to stand on."

He bent down and gave the top of his head a little kiss, breathing in the wonderful scent that was him, through that soft blond hair.

"It's the most solid foundation I've ever stood on, and I'm going to work with you to make sure it doesn't crack and crumble because I love you, Sabastian."

 

[Poprockz]

In all honesty, Damien didn't care about what Quint wanted per se, but he did identify with his need to keep Cora safe. It was clear as day that her brother cared about her deeply judging on the lengths he was going to and the tears that had come to his eyes. Though he didn't like being threatened, he could certainly respect the reasoning behind what he was doing. Of course he knew Cora had tried to kill herself, the woman having mentioned it back when Sabastian took off. He hadn't pressed her for more information though, so that had been the last they spoke of it.

Now he wondered exactly how she had tried to do, not that it would change anything. The way Quint talked about it made it sound like she had gone to great lengths to ensure her own demise, despite her plans ultimately being foiled. He hoped she never felt like she had to attempt it again, knowing that only by trying to improve himself and living up to her expectations could he hope to keep her safe and happy. Most of all, he just wanted them to be together, two people who loved and cared for one another.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his hair, contemplating what Quint had said. When he spoke, his tone was less curt and more soft, his tone indicating that he still was a bit unsure but was possibly coming around to the idea. The idea of being vulnerable with Quint of all people was quite unpleasant to him, though... perhaps it would be nice to talk to someone who wouldn't sympathize or feel like he was trying to be pitied.

"I... still don't understand why we need to do therapy. How is talking about things going to help at all? You're not a licensed professional so it would be the same as just telling you stories that happen to be true- there's no resolution or changes that happen because I tell you things about things I've experienced." The steely-eyed man looked in the direction of the parking lot for a moment as though contemplating whether he was going to continue.

"For example, I'm a light sleeper because no matter what room I hid in, my father would always find me in the middle of the night and take me off for an unpleasant activity of some sort, though they were never sexual in nature. There. That gives you insight as to why I can sleep lightly most anywhere, but it doesn't fix anything." Damien sighed once more and looked back at Quint with an expectant look, as though he thought the only logical response would be to agree.

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"Is that what you're scared of? That you'll push me away from making a human mistake?"

"... Yes." Had been Sabastian's little grumble of a response.

"Sabastian, do you think couples don't have misunderstandings? Do you think relationships are perfect? You can't read minds, and you can't stop bad things from happening all the time. All you can do is work on them when they do happen, and try to work on mitigating the problems in the future. Resentment doesn't build like that Sabastian, resentment builds from...not putting in the effort. From ignoring the problems instead of facing them and actively working, together... You obviously care and don't want to hurt me, and that's a solid foundation for me to stand on."

"It's the most solid foundation I've ever stood on, and I'm going to work with you to make sure it doesn't crack and crumble because I love you, Sabastian."

"When I was growing up, my parents pretty much fought all the time over the smallest things before they split up, so I always thought that relationships were pretty fragile, you know? Everytime I would try to hook up with guys or start a relationship, they'd have some pretty random things that prevented them from wanting anything even if we had chemistry, so I think that plays into it for me also. Hearing you say shit like that though... It makes me feel like maybe we have something that's stronger than that maybe." A sniff was heard before his hands came to his face to wipe his tears away.

The blonde sat up slowly and looked up into Vin's eyes with a serious expression. "I really want to make things work so I promise to work on shit if shit comes up, okay? But... Also please tell me if there's anything that really bothers you so I can change it or at least talk about it. I'm... kind of a noob at this, so please don't let me be too much of a dick." A small smile was given to Vin before he moved up and kissed him softly on the lips, drawing back with a hopeful look. He didn't think his insecurities would go away overnight, but it seemed like his partner was very much willing to work with him.

 

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As soon as Damien's body posture became a bit more loose and less defensive, Quint let himself relax a bit as well, taking a step back to give the man a bit more room between them. His arms then came back up to cross over his chest again and he let Damien talk, listening with a stoic expression until he was done. He figured he only had about five more minutes before Cory came through the treeline to rip his throat out, so for the moment at least, he was going to try to steer things away from what he felt needed to be done and come back to it tomorrow.

"No, I'm not a professional, but I'm likely the closest thing we got right now. And the fact that you are asking how it's going to change anything tells me right off the bat that you've never been in it. Talking is only a small part of it, and that's by far the easiest part."

He looked away for a moment, shifting his weight over to his other foot. When he did look back again, he had a another scowl on his face.

"So do you know anything about my sister? I don't mean what we went through, I mean normal things. Do you know what her favorite movie is? What her favorite hobby is? Her favorite song?"

Quint was totally just being a dick now, knowing for the moment that the therapy conversation was basically over unless Damien was willing to push it; which he wasn't planning on letting him. No, now he just wanted somewhere to poke with his sharp stick. He still didn't trust the steely eyed man's intentions, and he was betting on the fact that Damien hadn't tried to get to know Cora as a person. Of course, he was being very biased in his approach to it, not knowing that the tall man now likely knew his sister better than Quint did himself, and he was just looking for an excuse to make him feel insecure about their relationship.

On the one hand, Quint really did want to drive him away. If he could have, he would have danced for joy on top of Kuznet's head if Damien decided to up and leave because he felt unworthy to be with her. But on the other, he was also testing him a bit. He wanted to see just how attached this guy was, and what lengths he would go to, what hoops he would jump through, to earn her love. Would he tolerate his bullshit? Could he learn to stick up for himself, and in turn, Cora? Only time would tell, but one thing was for sure-if Damien wanted to stay with her, then he was going to have to learn to fight like no one ever had before. Because if he couldn't handle Quint, then how could he ever handle Kuznet?
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"When I was growing up, my parents pretty much fought all the time over the smallest things before they split up, so I always thought that relationships were pretty fragile, you know? Everytime I would try to hook up with guys or start a relationship, they'd have some pretty random things that prevented them from wanting anything even if we had chemistry, so I think that plays into it for me also."

He listened intently, giving him a small nod in understanding. His own parents had fought as well, though Delvin wondered to himself if sometimes people fought more when they wanted out of a relationship, but just didn't know how to jump ship.

"Hearing you say shit like that though... It makes me feel like maybe we have something that's stronger than that maybe."

He gave him a genuine smile and squeezed him a bit closer again, his heart warming with affection from what Sabastian had to say. Maybe it was a bit too early to be thinking of it, but Vin was once again led astray with his thoughts as he briefly entertained a fantasy of living with Sabastian. Of building a home with him, and a garden, and waking up every morning to laughter and love.

"I really want to make things work so I promise to work on shit if shit comes up, okay? But... Also please tell me if there's anything that really bothers you so I can change it or at least talk about it. I'm... kind of a noob at this, so please don't let me be too much of a dick."

He smiled into that kiss, following it up with one of his own when Sabastian drew back. It had only been a relatively short amount of time that he was gone, but Vin really felt as if a prayer had been answered for him. He didn't ever want to lose him again, and he was just as determined to work on things.

When he pulled back, he had a bit of a mischievous grin.

"Oh I won't. But you know, speaking of not letting you get away with things..."

His chocolate brown eyes scanned around them as he spoke, looking out the window and door as he stood up and hefted the little man with him, carrying him in his arms. He took them over to a corner of the where they were out of sight from anyone looking in, but where he could keep a good lookout for anyone approaching. Vin then sat Sabastian down on his feet, facing the side wall, before he suddenly pushed himself up against his back and grinded his hefty bulge into his plump ass. His mouth came down to nip at his ear, and in a low, rumbling voice, he whispered,

"How many times was it that you called me a dumbass, again? Ten?"

His hand slid down Sabastian's side, soon coming to his hip, where he gripped it with both strength and gentleness.

"Twenty? I don't think I'm going to be able to let you off the hook little man, until this creamy ass is covered with my hand-prints."

 

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In one of the buildings, Sayori had been soundly sleeping. Even though Bowie had left her sleeping bag, in her sleep she assumed he was there and therefore had relaxed without any terrifying dreams. However, she thought she heard something clunk against the cement outside, the woman rubbing her eyes blearily before wiggling herself out of her sleeping bag. It was kind of chilly though, so she unzipped it and wrapped it around herself like a cloak, almost looking a bit like a caterpillar the way it draped around her and dragged on the ground slightly.

Curiously, she opened the door and looked around, walking forward slightly until she heard shuffling from above her. Looking up, she saw Cora standing on the roof, looking at something approaching. The woman's gaze was followed and she saw Bowie approaching, that sleek little body of his moving effortlessly across the ground toward them. Moving his body into a corkscrew shape, he launched himself toward the roof and flew through the air, landing on the shingles of the roof. From there, he moved to the edge and held up the end of his tail, almost as though he was offering it to her to lower her down. It was an odd sight, Sayori merely standing there and watching.

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"No, I'm not a professional, but I'm likely the closest thing we got right now. And the fact that you are asking how it's going to change anything tells me right off the bat that you've never been in it. Talking is only a small part of it, and that's by far the easiest part."

It was true, Damien had never been in therapy. While he didn't harbor such a harsh opinion of it like his mother did (the woman having said that it was where people went when they wanted to pay someone to emotionally suck their dick), he hadn't ever really seen the need to do so. There was certainly doctor/patient confidentiality, but one slip could have cost him. If that was the risk of simply sitting down and talking to someone, he would have preferred to continue the way things were. At least then it wouldn't have been dragged out longer.

"So do you know anything about my sister? I don't mean what we went through, I mean normal things. Do you know what her favorite movie is? What her favorite hobby is? Her favorite song?"

Damien thought for a moment, "I'm not sure what her favorite movie is, but I know she likes the Labyrinth since she told me that Bowie was named after David Bowie. When we were traveling, she requested a song, I think it was called 'Here Comes a Thought', and she likes country music. As far as hobbies go... she likes singing and she knows how to use the swinging light-ball things. She... also can't have children." A bit of a sour look came to his face. Though he looked up after a moment, wanting to clear things up before Quint misunderstood why he was making that face.

Holding out his hand he added, "it doesn't matter to me whether I ever have kids or not, but I can't help but think she wishes she had the choice. "

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That mischievous grin combined with the way he started out his sentence sent a bit of a tingle down Sabastian's spine. How Vin could summon up such sexiness at the drop of a hat was unknown to him, but he wasn't complaining, nor did he protest when he was scooped up and deposited near one of the walls. The man had looked around before he did so, so he assumed Vin was simply making sure that they were okay to be a bit more... intimate.

His ass pushed back against that bulge, grinding a bit as though he was trying to tempt Vin into going further. To be honest, he kind of was. It felt like it had been an eternity since that cock of his had plunged inside him, or those fingers had made his own cock jump with pleasure. Speaking of which, he could already feel himself becoming hard, his previously soft cock starting to steal away some blood from his body. All that separated the somewhat chilly air from his ass was that pair of boxers, but if they were removed he had a feeling he wouldn't be cold in the slightest.

That nip to his ear made him shiver, the lust almost radiating from him as he heard what Vin had to say. He wasn't thinking about Quint, nor was he considering the fact that he might have an inkling about what they were doing- his sole attention was focused on that bear of a man who was leaning over him.

"How many times was it that you called me a dumbass, again? Ten? .... Twenty? I don't think I'm going to be able to let you off the hook little man, until this creamy ass is covered with my hand-prints."

"I'm pretty sure it was only like four times, max," Sabastian teased, moving his hips slightly back and forth before whispering, "but you can spank me as much as you want..." Those cheeks of his glowed pink, almost foreshadowing what was to come for the cheeks currently hidden away.

 

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The way that the snake had coiled and jumped up onto the roof was a very impressive feat, and Cora was just as surprised to see it as she was when Bowie took her on a little ride through the lake. When next he offered his tail to her, she couldn't help but smile and take it in a very dainty manner.

"Such a gentleman, Mr.Bowie" she laughed, then held on with a solid grip as the end of his tail coiled around her wrist, and from it, she was carefully lowered down off the roof until she only had a small foot drop to the ground. Once down, she nervously looked out towards the trees, intent on going over there right away, until she spotted Sayori watching her.

Her first reaction was to smile, though it quickly faded to a more neutral look as she remembered the whole conversation yesterday. It wasn't that Cora was mad at Sayori or anything-quite the opposite in fact, but she did feel a bit uncomfortable. And she only felt that nervousness even more as she realized that right now was probably the best opportunity she was going to get to talk to Sayori alone. Biting her lip a bit, she looked out at the treeline again, then down at Bowie, and finally back to Sayori. With a little sigh, she walked over to the other women.

"Goodmorning" she started, her voice tight with nerves.

"I'm glad you're awake, I needed to talk to you. I just, um..."

Her hazel eyes looked down at the ground for a moment as she crossed her arms, and then she cleared her throat a bit.

"I just...wanted to say thank you. For, everything that you did back there."

Her eyes lifted up then, trying to meet Sayori's gaze.

"And for what you were trying to do last night. I know that you know, that I won't change my mind, but I still understand what you were trying to do. And that you care. So, thank you..."
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"it doesn't matter to me whether I ever have kids or not, but I can't help but think she wishes she had the choice."

He was real damn lucky he followed that up as quick as he did, because the idea of Damien trying to persuade her to have a kid with him, and then be tied to him forever in that way, made Quint's face start to heat from the anger that had started to boil up. Or, perhaps it wasn't just anger, but...

Goddamnit, Sabastian.

His blue jeweled eyes had looked away towards the treeline for a moment before they swiftly came back to Damien. He definitely did not want to be focusing on whatever the hell was going on over there, so he decided to turn his attentions back to the punching bag. The punching bag who currently knew an irritating amount of details.

"Right" he said, the annoyance obvious in his tone as he skips over that last detail and begins to list things out to Damien like he's a fourth grader that just turned in a crappy homework assignment and should have known the answers to the test.

"Her favourite movie is Ink. Her favourite song is Hate Me by Blue October. Her favourite hobby is street racing and anything involving being able to drift a small, fast car. No, it is not hiking, hiking is just easier to do than illegally racing cars."

Quint turned from him then, his crossed arms now tightening in a bit of an uncomfortable manner as he started to walk back towards the camp, but also in a direction that would lead them away from the building that Sabastian was currently...occupying. As he started to walk away, two of his tentacles came out from the back of his shirt and wrapped around his front, crossing over each other in a similar way to how he was holding his arms. They were also conveniently placed over the pistol, still not trusting Damien to not try something.

"Now what's her favourite color? What's size shoe does she wear? Is she a night owl, or a morning person? How old is she? What's her favourite food? What would you do if you ever walked in and caught her cheating on you?"

He had fired the questions off quickly, trying to bait Damien into picking up the pace and answering in a timely manner, and hopefully in so doing, catch him off guard with the last question. If it didn't work, Quint had other ways of finding out. It probably wouldn't be too hard for Francisco to dig up some dirt on how the guy acted in the workplace, or how he was at parties. And if that came up short, well, that's what keeping an eye on things were for.

Of course, the last question shouldn't have been a problem-as he knew Cory was never, and never would be, the cheating type. However, what if Damien thought she did? What if he listened to the wrong person, or saw some suspicious thing, and then went psycho before he got all the answers? Quint wouldn't have that.
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"I'm pretty sure it was only like four times, max, but you can spank me as much as you want..."

"Oh I'm going to" he breathed against his ear, his voice low and confident as he ground his hips into those plush buns, his hard cock pushing so hard through his boxers that it was easily sandwiched against Sabastian's crack and gently squishing the little man against the wall. Vin wanted nothing more than to rip the little blond's own shorts down and impale himself deep within those tight, warm, depths...but he was willing to wait. Sabastian needed a punishment, not only for the dumbass comment, but also to put a bit of a balm of Vin's own sore wounds. The week in which they had searched for him had been absolutely terrifying, and one of the hardest things Delvin had ever gone through. Were he a young man again, without the years of experience behind his belt to quell his anger, he might have simply let loose on Sabastian and given him an earful of very damaging words. But he wasn't that loose cannon anymore, and he didn't want to be, so he needed an outlet. And outlet that would let him feel as if a bit of his pent up anger and frustrations were properly soothed while also giving his partner something good in the end. After he earned it, of course.

Pulling back suddenly, Vin looked out the door once more as he wrapped one of his strong arms up around Sabastian's chest gently manhandled him to spin them around. Once his own back was against the wall, he then turned Sabastian around and pulled him close, so that his face was resting against his dragon tattoo. He moved one of his hands across Sabastian's back, his calloused fingers just barely lingering on his skin, until he reached his small shoulder, and then Delvin gripped down on him with a bit of strength. Not enough to bruise, but enough to, in a way, trap him there against him. With his other hand, he dolled out two hard smacks to each plush cheek, leaving his boxers on so that the fabric could muffle the sounds of those harsh spanks while doing very little to lessen the sting of each blow.

"Count little man" he rumbled, his brown eyes keeping a lookout for the both of them.

"Count each one, until you reach twenty, and then I'll stop."

He didn't give the little blond any time to argue or object, as almost before he even finished the sentence, he was smacking that ass. He rotated his swats, never landing on the exact same place twice, but with each harsh smack!, he would intensify the next one, ever so slightly. Vin knew now that Sabastian liked a bit of pain, and knew he would be able to handle it just fine. What he wondered, though, was would his little man be able to handle the real punishment that came after?

 

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Sayori nodded at her greeting and responded with her own soft, "good morning."

"I'm glad you're awake, I needed to talk to you. I just, um... I just...wanted to say thank you. For, everything that you did back there.... And for what you were trying to do last night. I know that you know, that I won't change my mind, but I still understand what you were trying to do. And that you care. So, thank you..."

As Cora spoke, Sayori's head tilted to the side a bit curiously. She wondered if by "back there" she meant at Kuznet's house. That was really the most likely answer, the woman settling on it. As for the other things...

The small woman shuffled slightly and tried to articulate what she wanted to say. "I have nothing against you, Cora. I do like you and I think you're a good woman, though I have not known you for very long. You and Quint comforted me when I learned of my sister's passing, and I will always be grateful for that, among other things."

A bit of a somber look came to Sayori's face as she looked away and in the direction of the treeline, assuming that either Quint or Damien were over there, possibly both. "You had no hand in forcing him to do the things he has done, but you have to keep in mind that he has done those things. I just..." The sleeping bag was gathered and pulled a bit closer around herself, those almost black eyes moving back to Cora.

"Time brings unexpected things. If for some reason, he turns out to be different than you believed, I wanted you to be with friends. Even if he was changed... which I'm not sure I believe, but if he had and the two of you had left and he had been killed, you would have had no one there for you. And... Quint loves you quite a bit. He always talked very fondly of you when we were in the prison and I think he would be very sad to see you go." Sayori glanced at Bowie for a moment before following it up with, "all that being said, I'm not sure I merit your thanks. I..."

Her mouth opened as though she was about to say something, but she shook her head. She had been about to mention Quint and that tape, what had really happened, but she had lost the nerve.

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"Right. Her favourite movie is Ink. Her favourite song is Hate Me by Blue October. Her favourite hobby is street racing and anything involving being able to drift a small, fast car. No, it is not hiking, hiking is just easier to do than illegally racing cars."

He blinked, trying to absorb all of that information. It was a lot, but he really wanted to remember it, especially the part about street racing. Damien certainly hadn't pegged her as someone that enjoyed such a dangerous sport, but he could kind of picture her behind the wheel with a determined and almost smug look on her face. It was something he would very much like to see at one point, the man thinking to himself that he would have to convince her to take the wheel and try out some speed when they found a suitable place to do so.

"Now what's her favourite color? What's size shoe does she wear? Is she a night owl, or a morning person? How old is she? What's her favourite food? What would you do if you ever walked in and caught her cheating on you?"

When Quint turned away, Damien followed behind, though he made a point of not getting too close. It wasn't lost on him that Quint was making sure his gun was still accessible, and that fact made him a bit more wary in turn. Now on to the questions; he wracked his brain to remember their conversation in the car. He was too distracted by this impromptu quiz that he didn't notice the way in which Quint seemed uncomfortable, assuming that the man was simply still irritable.

"I think her favorite colors are black, forest green, midnight blue, and... dark purple? I think it was dark purple. Her shoes, hm... I'm not sure about that one. I'm pretty sure she's a night owl, partly because she gets nightmares. She likes most of what I cook, so I don't know about food. Cheating?"

Damien stopped and looked over at the compound for a moment of contemplation before striding to catch up with the other man. "She wouldn't- I don't think that's in her character. If I found her in a situation that made it look like she was though, I think I would ask if she still wanted me around. If not, I would leave. If she did, I would stay."

It was as simple as that. He figured if she wanted him to leave she would tell him to do so, bringing Quint along if she was concerned about how Damien would react. He wouldn't have reacted harshly toward her, though it probably would have broken him. Just as it was when she was sick, he still didn't really want to live in a world that didn't have her in it. He didn't know how to live for himself really, not knowing what he wanted. He had no ambitions, no hobbies other than cooking and listening to music, and he generally detested the idea of feeling so alone once more.

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The little blonde was drooling precum from the way Vin was pressing into him. He was so close to being inside him, and yet a thin layer of fabric prevented him from stuffing him with that rod. It was almost too cruel. How Vin had the restraint to not bend him over and take him, he would never know. Sabastian himself was half-tempted to pull his own boxers down and guide him where he wanted it, but he knew that it was Vin's desire to keep a tight grip on the reins. One might have suggested that having to adhere to Vin's commands might be frustrating and in some ways it was, but oh how it turned him on; it was well worth the compliance.

He wasn't sure why Vin was turning him, but he allowed himself to be moved as he wished, only realizing what he wanted when he was firmly squeezed against the man's chest.

"Ah!" A soft gasp left him from the first two smacks, the man only nodding and moaning at the next smack to let Vin know that he was indeed counting. He could have lied and let Vin spank him more than twenty times, but he was trying to be good for him. The spankings he got would just have to be savored as they came. They stung, but that sting was so beautiful and erotic, the slaps making his body sing with delight and exquisitely sensual pain.

"Mm... Twenty..." Sabastian panted, his cock straining hard against his boxers. His cheeks were as flushed as his ass, both almost glowing with that soft pink hue. Pressed against Vin, he couldn't restrain himself from trying to move his hips, grinding against Vin slightly to try to get a bit of relief. Turning his face up toward the nomad, Vin would be able to see that there were tears at the corners of his hooded eyes but he looked anything but sad or even angry. All that remained on his face was an extremely lustful look, one that told him that he would do just about anything for Vin to give him some of that sweet mercy.

"Please take me, it's been so long since I felt you and I want you so bad!" his heady voice pleaded, those jeweled eyes desperately waiting for an answer.

 

[Drobabes]

"You had no hand in forcing him to do the things he has done, but you have to keep in mind that he has done those things."

She turned her eyes down a bit, only giving Sayori a small nod. Yes, she was well aware, and even though she had just woken up, was still quite tired. Everyone knew her stance now, and she didn't feel she had the energy to repeat it.

"Time brings unexpected things. If for some reason, he turns out to be different than you believed, I wanted you to be with friends. Even if he was changed... which I'm not sure I believe, but if he had and the two of you had left and he had been killed, you would have had no one there for you."

She hadn't thought of that. Not of him turning out to be anything other than what she saw in him, but of him possibly being killed and for her being left alone. Much like Damien had felt, she wasn't sure if she would have been able to go on, and having friends around her in such a situation most likely would have not helped. She had felt lonely at times with Sarah and Quint around, so to have to face that same void again, but without Damien by her side, would have felt similar to jumping off the edge of the world. Perhaps she could have kept herself going, if only because he would have wanted her to, but mentally she might have completely checked out. None of this was said to Sayori, however, as Cora was simply grateful of the intention behind it.

"all that being said, I'm not sure I merit your thanks. I..."

Her hazel eyes turned up to look at her curiously, though she didn't try to push it. While she did remember the tape-how could she not? She hadn't thought about the details of it, nor had she believed that Sayori or Quint really had any control over themselves. It was just another cruel thing stacked on top of a pile of Kuznet's manipulative board games, so she had only assumed that it was of his doing as well.

"Well, I still appreciate you Sayori, and I just needed you to know before we...move on. I understand if you can't stay with us after we find somewhere safe..."

Would they ever be safe?

"...but I don't want you to feel like you have to leave. If there is any chance that you want to stay with us for a while, I think Quint would like that. I can keep myself and Damien at a distance, but Quint is, hurting pretty badly right now. He's putting on a brave face, but I really think he needs a friend..."
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"I think her favorite colors are black, forest green, midnight blue, and... dark purple?"

Damien probably couldn't see it with how fast Quint was trying to walk farther away, but the zombie man had just rolled his eyes. Twenty years and she still couldn't just pick one.

"She wouldn't- I don't think that's in her character. If I found her in a situation that made it look like she was though, I think I would ask if she still wanted me around. If not, I would leave. If she did, I would stay."

That made Quint stop and slowly turn around, his gaze suspicious as he stared at Damien for a long moment.

"That's it? That's all you would do?"

He let his arms loosen and drop down, his tentacles remaining where they were, as he let loose with a short laugh.

"You're a fucking liar. You killed people," he said, bringing a hand up to point an accusatory finger his way.

"And you're going to stand there and tell me you wouldn't do, anything? You wouldn't get angry? Yell at her? Nothing? Or maybe you would be angry, but you would keep it to yourself. Maybe you would be plotting something while plastering that fake smile on your face the whole time. I mean..."

Quint took a step backwards as he brought his hands up in the air a bit, a small smile coming to his face, though it was anything but friendly.

"That's what manipulators do, right? Make you feel like everything going's to be just fine, until it isn't."

His eyes turned cold once more as he let his hands drop down and the smile fell away. Up until this moment, their conversation had been going...well, not pleasant, but at least neutral. But the fact that Quint had thrown something out there that, in his opinion, should have upset Damien more than it was-if he actually cared about his sister, and didn't...well he didn't like that. It made him suspicious of the steely eyed man. He couldn't mentally come to terms with a rapist and killer being gentle with someone who could betray them in such a way, and because he didn't fundamentally understand Damien as a person, and could only see what he wanted to see, Quint felt as if he were being deceived. Or at least, an attempt was being made to be deceitful.

"Is that what you did to Sayori?" he asked quietly, trying to poke him. Trying to get some kind of reaction out of him that would prove that Quint was right, and he wasn't as nice as this act that he was putting off.

"I wonder how many times she begged you to stop, or how many nightmares she had once you let her go. Which is," he laughed again.

"Pretty fucking cruel in it's own right. Just letting them go as if they'll be just fine after that. As if they'll ever feel safe again, or like they won't be second guessing every interaction they have with another man after that."
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"Mm...Twenty..."

Vin's hand began to sensually rub those soft cheeks, soothing away the sting as a little rumbling noise was made in his chest, as if to tell Sabastian that he had been such a good boy for taking his spankings without pulling away.

"Please take me, it's been so long since I felt you and I want you so bad!"

Every time Vin thought he was in control of the situation, Sabastian went and gave him a look, or made such a lustful sound, that it made his brain short circuit and his dick jump so hard between his legs that it almost hurt his balls. No, his balls did hurt, feeling absolutely pent up and needing a release of all that sweet love that he wanted to paint his little angel with. Instead of giving in, however, Vin simply gives him a slightly hard look before softly shaking his head no.

"No, not yet. You put me through quite a bit by running away like that, Sabastian, so I'm not going to let you have any relief, until I feel like my frustration with you has been appeased."

He gave his plump ass a little squeeze and then pulled him against his groin, letting the little blond have just the slightest tease of relief before he spoke again.

"Does that sound fair to you, little man?"

 

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"Well, I still appreciate you Sayori, and I just needed you to know before we...move on. I understand if you can't stay with us after we find somewhere safe but I don't want you to feel like you have to leave. If there is any chance that you want to stay with us for a while, I think Quint would like that. I can keep myself and Damien at a distance, but Quint is, hurting pretty badly right now. He's putting on a brave face, but I really think he needs a friend..."

The fact that Cora seemed to be insinuating that Quint needed Sayori made the woman's face flush slightly, a somewhat pleased look in her eye. If Cora was saying it, then it must have meant that Quint really did consider her to be a good friend and that made her very happy for some reason. Maybe it was that she wanted to feel like she was doing something good for him after everything that happened.

"To be honest, I don't really have anywhere else to go. Military outposts are not safe for me now, and I've never been camping so I have no idea how to survive on my own. I don't have anyone else left either to my knowledge. All that being said, even if I could go I don't think I would chose to do so. I don't like being around Damien, but you, Sabastian, and Quint... I'm fond of each of you." Sayori gave Cora a little smile before continuing.

"I definitely want to stick around at the very least until Quint is... well, until he's okay." She looked down at her feet and shuffled a little almost like a cute little penguin would do, the sleeping bag almost adding to that visual. "He is a very important friend to me, and I don't want him to be unhappy. I think sometimes he is focused so much on protecting other people that he doesn't notice himself crumbling. Maybe he does it on purpose, or it's something he has developed over time, I don't know. All I know is that I need to find that Taylor Swift goat screaming video for him- I think he would find it hilarious." The small woman chuckled and then stopped, her eyes widening as she saw a very large spider on the side of the building near them.

"I-uh, I have to go to the bathroom really bad!" She blurted out before practically running away. Later she would kick herself for saying something so dumb and embarrassing, but in the moment priority one was getting the hell away from that spider.

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Damien's face paled and he froze up, his body responding to the harsh criticism. It almost felt like he was hearing his mother in the way Quint was talking to him. It felt like his mind was going a bit fuzzy in some ways, unable to come up with an appropriate response. A bit of focus was lost in his gaze as he stared at Quint, mute and unsure. His gut was twisting at what the was saying about Sayori, knowing that Quint was absolutely right about how cruel it had been. Since Kuznet's tape, he knew how utterly inhuman it was.

He could apologize, but Quint might think it was fake or say it was too little too late. The man already seemed to think that Damien wasn't being honest with him, so that wouldn't do him any good. He knew he wouldn't have been angry at Cora for cheating because he could understand why she would- there were so many reasons he could come up with as to why he was not a suitable choice for her. On top of that, he didn't own her, he was there by the good grace of her love and he knew that she could change her mind at any time.

"I-" his throat went dry and he shut his mouth, still struggling to find something, anything to say back. The words seemed as though they were being held prisoner within him just as tightly as his guilt.

In the past, whenever he had tried to gently imply something different than what his mother had said (as outright defiance was simply too intimidating) she would always find a way to turn it back on him. No matter what he said, it never changed things nor did it help him. It was as though she could find holes in any reasoning, shame in every admission, and blame in every action. There was nothing he could do to assuage any of his sins, so there wasn't anything he could think to say for a minute of silence.

"I wouldn't... have the right to be angry at her. I owe her everything and she owes me nothing. She's the reason I'm alive, I should be- I..."

"Pathetic."

"You Selfish boy... There are people who have it so much worse than you, and this is how you act?"

"Is that all you can do? Feel sorry for yourself?"

"If I had known you'd be such a leech, I might have aborted you."

"Do you even know how to take responsibility for anything?

His hand came up and he rubbed his face, those steely eyes regaining a little of their focus as they chose to look at a nearby tree. He didn't want to be there alone with Quint anymore, he needed to calm down.

"I... Coffee. They'll be wanting coffee... and food. I need to go." With that utterance, he turned and made his way in the direction of the parking lot once more, those long legs of his taking him quickly away in swift strides. He didn't think he could continue that conversation.

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"No, not yet. You put me through quite a bit by running away like that, Sabastian, so I'm not going to let you have any relief, until I feel like my frustration with you has been appeased."

His first reaction had been shock, wondering how in the hell he was supposed to walk away right now when his body was practically begging Vin to fuck him. He wouldn't die if he didn't get that dick, but to say that he was horny was an understatement. Since he turned, it seemed like when he was horny, it was more intense than when he was human, so the fact that he wasn't jumping on the other man's cock or begging to suck him off was a testament to his self-control and sense of moral decency.

"Does that sound fair to you, little man?"

It wasn't going to take away what he had done, but Vin was offering him a chance at redemption, a chance to show him that he really meant it when he had apologized regarding running off. While he felt it was done for the right reasons, it was still done out of fear and hadn't given Vin a chance to offer any input regarding the matter. In this way, it almost felt like Vin was tipping the scales, getting some of that control back. It just really fucking sucked that he had chosen to do so at a time when Sabastian wanted nothing more than to be fucked and used until he looked like a cone of melty vanilla ice cream though.

"Yeah that's fair... But I can't even..?" He didn't even really need an answer based on the look on Vin's face. It was obvious that jerking off, dry-humping, or anything of that nature wouldn't be allowed until Vin chose the right time. It seemed that his fate was going to be walking around trying to hide a boner until it calmed down. "Alright, alright." Sabastian sighed, a bit of a pout on his face. "This would be a whole lot easier if you weren't so hot, you know, but I'll do it to make it up to you."

He reached up and scratched his head for a moment before something occurred to him, a more serious demeanor coming to him. Before either of them got up, he needed Vin to know what had happened last night.

"Hey... Um. So listen. Last night when I was keeping watch, Sayori came to get me. She said that Damien and Cora were trying to sneak off while we were asleep. Apparently, Cora talked to Damien and told him she wanted to leave and he agreed. They were just going to leave a note..." The blonde let out a little melancholy chuckle, "it feels like shit, doesn't it? I got a bit of a taste of my own medicine."

 

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It was such a relief to hear that she wanted to stay with them that Cora couldn't help but return her smile. She would have been so worried about Sayori if she had tried to leave and make it on her own, and she doubted Quint would have let her go without a fight. They may not have known each other for very long, but Cora could tell a strong bond when she saw one, and Sayori and Quint definitely had it.

"I-uh, I have to go to the bathroom really bad!"

Cora had just opened her mouth to comment on the goat video when she saw Sayori get a very scared look on her face, followed up by her practically running away. She turned her eyes to where she had been looking towards, noticing the spider herself. Oh dear. Was Sayori afraid of bugs? Well that was one secret that Cora was going to lock up tight and never...tell Quinton.

But speaking of her brother...

...

Quint's hands dropped down as his eyes suddenly became sharp, watching every single detail of body language that Damien was giving him as he froze up. Although, it was a bit difficult to ascertain exactly what it meant. Had Quint found the right button to push? Was the man now clamming up because he was seeing through the guise of a fake persona? Damnit, he wished Francisco were here to help him out. Over the past ten years, Fran had brought him a lot of video footage of police interrogations to watch. Most of the time it was pretty damn easy to spot when someone was faking something or lying, but once in a while, they got some interestingly stoic characters in on murder charges who were just hard as shit to crack. That's how he felt right at this moment, trying to make sense of the color draining from Damien's face and the way his breathing had become more shallow.

"I wouldn't... have the right to be angry at her. I owe her everything and she owes me nothing. She's the reason I'm alive, I should be- I..."

For just one second, that threw Quint off. He didn't let his own emotions play out on his face, having been ready to crack down on Damien like the worlds most asshole detective, but for a full beat his brain had lagged in thought process. In the next second, however, the half zombie started leaning a bit closer to him, ready to start digging his teeth in to see if it was another act. That's what murderer's did, after all, was try to weave a tale of 'I would never hurt them, I loved them! Why would I kill them?'

"I... Coffee. They'll be wanting coffee... and food. I need to go."

"Hey!" he growled, very quickly following after him through the treeline. He felt as if he had cornered him, as if he had just had Damien on the line of fessing up or at least falling into a pit trap that he wouldn't be able to get himself out of, and he really didn't want to lose his chance. Lose it he would, though, as the second they cleared the treeline a very ferocious little women was all up in his face.

"What did you do to him?!"

"I didn't touch him!"

Cora's eyes flashed before she looked back over her shoulder at her lover, and then back up at him.

"Quinton he's fucking pale, don't stand there and tell me you didn't do anything. And don't you leave me stranded on top of a fucking roof! That was a dick move Quint!"

"I was talk-ing, to, him, Cor-a!" he said slowly, the sarcasm leaking thick through his tone.

"Like you told me I could do."

"Yea, I said you could talk to him Quinton, not give him a goddamn panic attack!"

Her face was becoming pink with anger, her fists balling up by her sides as she contemplated whether or not she was going to start smacking him in tender areas.

"He's not having a panic attack" he said, dropping his voice down so that only his sister could hear him.

"I was breaking through that fake fucking act of his, and I almost had him fessing up to what he really i-"

"It's not an act, Quinton!" she yelled, and for a moment after, there was silence.

"He's not...acting. Quinton," she said quietly, shifting her tone from angry to sincere as tears stung her eyes.

"Look at him" she whispered. "Don't you recognize that look on his face? Haven't you seen it on me before, countless times?"

That shut him up for a minute, the man standing up a bit straighter and glancing over towards Damien before bringing his eyes back down to Cora.

"I know what you're trying to do Quint, and I know that I should appreciate it. And I do, I do appreciate it. I love you for how much you try to protect me, but sometimes you try too hard, and you...get blinded by your anger."

Those damn tears couldn't be held in anymore, and as she turned her eyes up to look at him, they spilled over and ran down her cheeks.

"He saved your life, Quinton. No one asked him to do that, no one begged him, he just did it. He did it because you are so important to me."

The half zombies eyes went a bit wide as he stared down at her, shock running through him as that realization ate through his resolve. He had thought that Sabastian's boyfriend had saved him, having had all those burns on his hands, but now that he thought about it, he didn't remember the nomads face when he was surrounded by flames. He was high, out of it, and absolutely terrified, so he couldn't remember a whole lot, but...

"Come on, Cora needs you. Please trust me."

His blue jeweled eyes looked over at Damien, a look of confusion and...was that regret? coming to his face? No, had to be something else. Maybe he was just feeling sorry about upsetting his sister so bad and whatever she was whispering to him was putting him in his place.

"Please, can you just...please give us one day to recover before you do this shit to him? I need it Quint. I just found out that Kuznet's still alive, and you're still alive and I just!..."

She threw her hands up in the air and gripped her hair a bit before letting out a sigh.

"I just need some time to process all this. Please."

He crossed his arms and looked down at the ground, shuffling his feet a little before he gave her a reluctant, "fine". Immediately she let out a sigh of relief.

"Thank you."

"Cory" he said, just as she was turning to go.

"Me and him made an agreement that he's going to come talk to me every morning about some things, so don't rip out my throat tomorrow."

She gave him a bit of a dirty look but otherwise didn't answer, simply turning from him before making her way over to Damien. He watched her go, and then he let out his own sigh and walked off to find Sayori, wondering if she was awake yet and ready to get going.
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"Alright, alright. This would be a whole lot easier if you weren't so hot, you know, but I'll do it to make it up to you."

Devlin gave him a toothy grin, his hands on the little blond become a bit more hungry for a second as he rubbed and softly squeezed his sides. Oh this was going to be fun. Sabastian might have thought he knew what he was in for, but he was not prepared.

"Hey... Um. So listen..."

He let the little man go-reluctantly, and let his arms loosely hang down by his sides as Sabastian started talking. A bit of a scowl came to his face, though he didn't immediately say anything. Instead, he chose to take a step back for once and take in the whole picture, soon finding out that it wasn't Damien's idea to leave. And Vin didn't know why, but that fact alone gave him a rush of relief. He wouldn't have been surprised if Damien was the one wanting to sneak off, but perhaps because Vin wanted to believe in something a little stronger than just black and white, good and evil. He kind of...wanted Damien to prove that he could do better. That he could be better.

With his face relaxing a bit, he looked out through the window of the building, his brown eyes staring in the direction of where Cora and Sayori had been talking. For a moment, he was quiet, and then he let out a heavy sigh. Moving over to their pile of clothing and picking up his pants, he started to talk as he dressed.


"I had some time to sit on things while we were at the rebel base. Some time to think, and I talked to Robert a bit. I don't condone what he did-at all, but I also...don't want to leave him out in the street to defend himself. Especially since he's so important to Cora."

What the big man wouldn't admit to, not even to himself, was that Damien was kind of important to him too. Although, it was still something that was weighing on his mind. After he pulled his shirt down, he ran his fingers through his long hair and looked sideways over at Sabastian, his shoulders slumping just the smallest amount.

"Is that wrong of me? To be feeling a little...guilty, you know?"

 

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Damien had barely registered the fact that Cora had whizzed past to speak with Quint, as he was single-mindedly making his way to the car to get out some ingredients. Opening the trunk, he put his hands down and leaned forward for a moment, closing his eyes and trying to breathe more evenly. It wasn't a panic attack, but he would be lying if he said he felt fine and dandy. The deep-rooted instinct in him wanted him to sit down and think about all of his shortcomings, almost as though by punishing himself and making himself miserable could he atone for a bit of his misdeeds.

However, Cora was bound to come back eventually and he didn't really want to get into that with her at the moment, nor bring down the mood. So after a moment of collecting himself, he let out a deep breath and started to gather the pot, firewood, tinder, and a lighter. He set up the fire exactly how Vin had showed him, putting the logs in almost the same pattern after digging a bit of a hole. Once the tinder was put in, he clicked on the lighter and kept trying to light the wood, but it wasn't taking. The man tried lighting the tinder and then putting it against the wood, but the morning breeze would quickly extinguish it.

A sigh escaped him as he turned and filled the pot with water, trying to busy himself getting everything else ready before he attempted it again. How was one supposed to keep a fire going if there was any wind? Was he supposed to have someone hold a blanket nearby so that it wouldn't be blown out? He worked quietly, and soon he had the pot of water ready, as well as a several cubed potatoes. Though he was quiet, his hands moved elegantly with the poise of an aristocrat and the practice of a long-time cook.

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Meanwhile, once Sayori was a safe distance from the mass-murderer that was the quarter-sized spider, she did go and actually relieve herself. She figured since she had blurted out something like that, she might as well take care of it and come back. It didn't take long, the woman strolling across the grass of the gas station back towards the cars. One of the cars she passed had two people in it, though they hadn't turned. They were slowly rotting, the two of them clinging to each other as though the car had run out of gas and they had no where to go. It was quite sad, the two seemingly trying to comfort one another in the end.

Wringing her hands, she looked away and quickly moved on, heading back to the building she had been sleeping in. The spider was nowhere to be seen, so it was safe to be moving about. It was probably about time to roll up the sleeping bags, but the one she had wrapped around her shoulders was so warm she wanted to keep it out. Sayori was still only wearing those cutesy overalls that almost looked like the bottoms were bloomers, and it with most of her legs and all of her arms exposed, it made for a chilly outfit in the morning. Granted, when things heated up she might be thankful for such light clothing.

She entered the building, not having noticed Quint approaching from another direction. Now that she was inside, she bent over and grabbed her little pillow, tucking it under her arm and wondering to herself whether she should fold up Quint's sleeping bag too. There was something on the floor that looked suspiciously like a beetle, though upon squinting at it with a wary look, she found that it was nothing more than some dirt.

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"I had some time to sit on things while we were at the rebel base. Some time to think, and I talked to Robert a bit. I don't condone what he did-at all, but I also...don't want to leave him out in the street to defend himself. Especially since he's so important to Cora... Is that wrong of me? To be feeling little...guilty, you know?"

"Hm... well. I think what he said about punishing people to just satisfy our own needs after the fact was pretty on the nose," Sabastian mused, walking over and picking up his own army cargo pants. It hadn't even occurred to the blonde at the moment that as far as Vin was aware, Sabastian wasn't supposed to have heard that conversation. All he was thinking about was the moral philosophical discussion that had taken place and how he himself felt about it.

The man gripped the top of his pants as he shimmied his hips slightly, the fabric being pulled up to hide that soft ass of his, though its plushness could still be felt if one opted to squeeze him. When he tucked his hard cock in, even the slight brush of his hand made his hips squirm slightly, the man biting his lip before looking for his shirt.

"As far as feeling guilty though... I'm not sure. I'm kinda in the same boat. Last night I told Cora that I wanted her and Damien to stay and that I would support them both to the best of my ability. In my books, he's still on probation, but I feel like we've seen little streaks of good in him, like good choices he's made and I think if she has that much faith in him, it's worth a shot to see if he can be better. It's... tough. I think I should have talked to you before I promised that or gave them my support, but... I did what I thought was right in the moment and I don't regret it. I hope you're not disappointed in my decision, but I don't want to lose Cora. She's my friend, and she's a tough bitch- I don't think we give her enough credit. I think she's smart enough to figure out what she wants for herself."

There it was. Sabastian went to one of the tables and put his shirt back on, the jacket coming on shortly after. In that tan army outfit, he looked like a model pretending to be a soldier for a photoshoot, that golden hair of his not having lost its shine despite his current case of slight bedhead.

 

[Drobabes]

Damien seemed to have made up the fire rather quickly, as by the time Cora came over to check on him, he was already trying to light it. She stood by quietly, not knowing what to say or do in order to comfort him. After all, it was her own brother who had hurt him, and in a way, it felt a bit like when she was around Sayori for the first time after realizing what their connection was. Was it even right to bring it up?

After a moment more of watching him go about his business, and, seemingly not noticing her, she let out a sigh and finally walked up to him. She got down into a bit of a crouch near him and reached out to take his hand gently, bringing it a bit closer to her as she looked up to meet his eyes.

"Sweety...I know you want to make us breakfast, but I think we should get going. I don't think it's safe to stay here too long."

Her voice was very gentle and quiet, only being loud enough for his ears alone.

"If we put the food in a bag, we could save it and cook it for dinner."

She gave him a soft smile then, unaware that in the light of day, the bruises on her jaw and cheekbones were clear to see. Not to mention that she was still wearing that damn dress, the morning chill make her skin gooseflesh.
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Quint walked in casually, putting a bit more weight on his feet so as not to startle her. He was still a bit unsteady by what his sister had told him, but at least for the moment, he wasn't getting any weird feelings from Sabastian. He was definitely going to have to have a talk with him about it later, though.

"Hey, you about ready to go? I'm thinking I can ride shot gun with you again. I'll even steal Cory's phone so we can have some sweet music while we fly down the highway" he said with a grin. He hadn't noticed her eyeing the ground suspiciously, nor did he know she was terrified of bugs.
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"Hm... well. I think what he said about punishing people to just satisfy our own needs after the fact was pretty on the nose,"

Delvin let his hand drop down as he stared at him for a moment, his face a bit shocked. Had Robert told him about their conversation? No, he didn't think he would do that, and besides, it sounded like Sabastian had heard exactly what he said. Had he been spying on him during that conversation? Damn, why did that make him feel really good instead of angry? He should have at least been annoyed that the little blond was being nosy, but Vin found himself a bit thrilled that Sabastian had been keeping tabs on him. It was just another piece of evidence that he had been missing him just as much as Vin was.

His thoughts soon strayed away as he watched Sabastian try to shimmy into those pants, his cute little cock still hard as a rock as it was tucked away. Vin was tempted to go over there and start his punishment a bit early, but the conversation they were currently having was a bit too heavy to be mingling it with foreplay.

"Last night I told Cora that I wanted her and Damien to stay and that I would support them both to the best of my ability. In my books, he's still on probation, but I feel like we've seen little streaks of good in him, like good choices he's made and I think if she has that much faith in him, it's worth a shot to see if he can be better. It's... tough. I think I should have talked to you before I promised that or gave them my support, but... I did what I thought was right in the moment and I don't regret it. I hope you're not disappointed in my decision, but I don't want to lose Cora. She's my friend, and she's a tough bitch- I don't think we give her enough credit. I think she's smart enough to figure out what she wants for herself."

Delvin moved to sit down on the ground as Sabastian talked, taking the opportunity to slip his boots on and lace them up. Instead of giving him a nasty look or a frown, he just gave him a little smile and shook his head.

"I'm not disappointed in you for making your own choices Bastian. I know you well enough now to know you wouldn't turn a blind eye to someone doing something messed up, and be complacent. If you want to support them then that's your choice to make."

He looked over again, staring out the door for a long moment before once again letting out a sigh.

"I should talk to her. I really need to apologize for something."

He finished tying his knots and then stood up before coming over to Sabastian and laying a little kiss on his cheek.

"I'll be back in a minute to help you clean our stuff up."

After that, he made his way out the door and started heading over to where Damien and Cora were.

 

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It wasn't until that tender hand took his own that he noticed she was there. He had been so focused on his task while trying to block out the self-deprecating thoughts that threatened to overwhelm him that he hadn't even seen her until that physical reminder of her presence. He wondered with a bit of guilt how long she had been there, stopping what he was doing so that he could give her his full attention.

Instead of saying anything in response just yet, his troubled eyes appraised her, drinking in that kind face. That face that still had those bruises exactly where Kuznet had held her jaw as he... forced himself on her in all meanings of the word. Despite it all, she smiled as though the bruises didn't exist, the breeze that had frustrated him before tugging slightly at her dress and making her look like some kind of romantic painting. It was almost as though she stood defiant, unable to let the bruises on her skin define her.

In trying to start the fire and cube the potatoes, he had been on his knees. However, with a sigh he adjusted himself so that he was sitting down on the ground, his legs crossed, the man scooting over a little bit until he was right next to her. It didn't take much strength, but Damien reached out and put his hand on her waist, pulling her down so that she could sit in his lap with her back against his chest. Once she was there, he wrapped his warm arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder, closing his eyes and simply feeling her there with him.

"It's alright, I was just looking for busywork so we can have granola bars and dried cranberries instead." His face tilted a bit and he kissed the crook of her neck before resting his chin once more. "You are so lovely, Cora. Are you sure you're not a figment of my imagination, conjured up from what my idea of the perfect woman would be?" He kissed her neck again, a little smile on his face.

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Quint's steps and the way he opened the door gave her enough warning for her not to be startled, the woman grinning at his words and turning toward him before shuffling over. The sight of his smile never failed to make her feel more at ease. She was really glad to hear that he wanted to ride with her too, having thought to herself that she hoped she didn't have to ride with Damien at any point in time. She had suspected that maybe Sabastian and Vin would come with her in the car so Quint could keep an eye on the steely-eyed man, but she liked this arrangement much more. It was exciting to think about the fun they might have while riding side-by-side on the open highway.

"Nice, yeah I think I'm pretty much ready. I doubt Niles had anything good in his car as far as music goes. Speaking of..." Her grin only grew a little bit. "I wish I could have seen the look on his face when he realized it was his car we were taking. I bet he's soooo angry. Like Terminator-mode angry." Sayori let out an evil little giggle, the thought of Niles basically imploding from anger on the top of that cliff making her feel extremely cheerful.

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"I'm not disappointed in you for making your own choices Bastian. I know you well enough now to know you wouldn't turn a blind eye to someone doing something messed up, and be complacent. If you want to support them then that's your choice to make."

With a serious look on his face, he shook his head as though to agree that such complacency was certainly out of the question. No he wouldn't be doing that, not anymore. When he was young, he had been too afraid to do anything other than ask about what happened at night near Damien's room, but now he was older and stronger with a better nose for what was right and what wasn't. Hopefully with Vin next to him, he wouldn't let fear keep him from following his gut instincts.

He was relieved to hear that Vin didn't resent him for ultimately advocating for staying with Cora and thus also with Damien. Vin was very important to him, but so was Cora. He didn't think it was fair to have to pick sides when they could all coexist (with the condition that Damien work some shit out).

"I should talk to her. I really need to apologize for something."

Sabastian wondered curiously what that might be as the big man kissed him, though he chose not to ask. He got the feeling that it might be something personal, the blonde simply content to let Vin do what he needed to do. The feeling of those lips made him smile though, their warmth lingering on his skin as Vin promised his return.

"Don't worry about it. I'll take care of it, so no rush," with that, he started to roll up the sleeping bags and daydream about his companion, thinking about what he might like to do to him when he was finally given the all-clear.