Morning Coffee And Sweet Surprises (Closed to Poprockz)

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Cora tried to blink the tears back as the man in front of her brought his cock out. The hate and disgust was still making her furious, but right now there was other things to focus on. She glared up at the man as he started to come closer.

"If you ever want to piss straight again then you better wait your fucking turn" she growled, literally showing her teeth as the false profit made her grimace with disgust. His dick felt disgusting in her warm hole, and as he begin to fuck her with earnest, she simply went limp. Even his fingers on her clit did nothing for her, simply feeling like an annoyance rather than anything pleasurable.

She knew his words about Sabastian were meant to fill her with pain, but all it did was make her more angry and want to fight back. They were probably going to slap her around for it, but she didn't care. He wanted to taunt her? Well two could play at that game.

"Are you even in yet? Come on preacher, I thought you wanted to fuck me."

Her eyes look back up at the man in front of her and she asks "is he even doing anything back there, or is his dick that fucking small? I guess God doesn't reward little manipulative fucks. Maybe if he sucks a couple dicks himself he'll learn a thing or two about how to actually please a women."

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Delvin had been so lost in his own haze of anger that he almost missed what Robert had said. When it got through, though, he immediately stood and went to the bars, gripping them hard and looking at the door.

"Sabastian?!"

 

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As he straightened up, Sabastian cringed from the feeling of the cum still in his ass. He would have to take a shower as soon as possible to wash off the feeling of the father from his body. Sabastian used the guard's key-card to open the main door, the keys jingling in his hands as he jogged toward them.

"Damien, are you here?" he called down the hall as he went.

Damien blinked in disbelief and answered, "yes! We're all here."

The little blonde blinked in confusion, wondering what he meant. Were there others trapped down here as well? Honestly, now that he thought about it, it made a lot of sense considering how disgusting and corrupt the father was.

He opened his mouth to reply as he drew close and that's when he saw Vin. Sabastian stopped dead in his tracks and simply stared at the man. God, he was so handsome- his long hair, big arms, those deep brown eyes... This couldn't be real. This had to be some kind of hallucination brought on from the trauma of what just happened to him. There was no way that Vin would be here of all places, even if he was still alive. His heart ached as he looked at him, and the sight of him almost broke him. His eyes brimmed with tears and he shook his head as though he didn't believe it was true.

Still he had to know; he slowly walked forward and put his hand through the bars and rested it against Vin's chest. It was warm and very, very real.

Sabastian trembled and started to cry. For a minute, he cried so hard that he couldn't form words, simply standing there and trying not to let his legs fail him. The relief flooding his heart was immense, and he couldn't stop the tears from coming. Behind him, Robert also started crying, a smile on his face as he shared in Sabastian's joy.

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At Cora's words, the man in front paused, simply staying put at that threat. He definitely didn't want to lose his cock over a feisty bitch the preacher had a thing for. The man in front of her continued to stroke himself, licking his lips as he watched her breathe, probably imagining himself pushing himself across her warm tongue.

The preacher scowled at her ass when she insulted him, but he knew she was just trying to take some of the power back for herself. He shook his head and sighed- maybe he could give her a little reward for trying to be so mouthy.

"You're lucky I'm such a forgiving man. Despite any words you might say, I know you're beautiful and holy on the inside... I can feel it." At that moment, he gave her a rough thrust to punctuate his point.

Ripping the hole in her pants a little bit more, he kept thrusting as he lubed up one of his fingers. It was then slowly inserted into her ass, going deeply. He smiled as he started gently finger-fucking her asshole. Another finger was added shortly after, stretching her ass for him as he claimed both of her holes.

"Cora... you feel so heavenly," the father moaned as he thrust his rod into her time and time again. His hips pushed against her lips each time, wanting to get his five inch cock as deeply as he could into her hot depths, especially since her comment about his length. His free hand kneaded her ass lustfully, enjoying the feeling of her plump cheek through her pants.

 

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That warm hand on his chest made him melt, momentarily pushing his anger aside so he could be there for the little blond. He put his own hand over his hand and squeezed it, letting him feel his warmth and strength, and with his other hand he reached out through the bars and started wiping his tears away as they came. He didn't cry himself, but seeing him so broken up hurt immensely and he couldn't keep that pain off his face.

"Hey hey, hey now, it's ok. I'm right here, I never left."

He could tell he wasn't steady on his feet, so he walked closer and pulled him up close. Reaching his hands through the bars, he wrapped one of his arms around his back as best he could and tried to hold him up, his other hand still caressing his face softly and catching his tears.

"It's alright, it's alright. I'm not going anywhere."

And he meant it. He knew now that wherever Sabastian went, he was going to follow him. He was going to follow him and keep him safe until the day he pushed him away.

He paused only momentarily in his soft caressing to take the keys out of his hands and get his own door unlocked, and as soon as he had it open, he scooped the little man up and held him like a babe, squeezing him to his chest tightly. He then walked over and handed Damien the set of keys so he could continue to comfort Sabastian.
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She clenched her teeth hard and put her head down against the desk as he began to toy with her ass. His fingers were thick and disgusting, invading her little hole and make her wish her legs were free so she could kick him. She couldn't do anything though, and if her words couldn't get to him then she would simply have to wait and bide her time. It would be over eventually, and when it was, she was going to slit his disgusting throat.

 

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Sabastian felt almost weightless as he was scooped up by the big man, his slender body curled up and carried easily in his strong arms. It was so warm there against him, the man he thought had been dead.

"Vin..." He choked out, his hands gripping handfuls of Vin's shirt as he clung to him. The blonde's face buried in Vin's chest. "I thought you were gone... I thought I'd never see you again..." The blonde's body wracked as he shamelessly sobbed against in his arms. He smelled so fucking good, he could hardly believe he had the chance to smell him once more. Sabastian wanted to kiss every inch of the man's body as he thanked any and all higher powers for Vin's safety.

Part of him was so afraid that when all of this was over, Vin would leave again and this time he would be gone permanently. It had hurt so much when he thought Vin was dead, he didn't think he could do it a second time. It was difficult to articulate just how he was feeling at that moment, even to himself. The more he breathed in his scent, the calmer he became though, and soon he was quietly sobbing, sniffling every now and then.

Damien reached out, taking the keys gently from Vin before finding the cell keys and unlocking his own cell. He opened the door and stepped out, walking over to Robert's cell and unlocking his as well. They were soon all standing outside the cells, but Sabastian didn't move. He didn't want to be anywhere but there, feeling Vin's warmth against him. It felt like if he pulled away for even a moment, he might find that it was all some cruel dream.

Sabastian's eyes snapped open as he realized they didn't have time. With great reluctance, he pulled his face away from Vin's now soaked chest and looked at Damien with a worried expression, "Cora needs us. She's in the Father's office. I tried to get close but... he had guards nearby." Sabastian tried not to look at Vin. It was really the fire that had stopped him, but he couldn't just come out and say that in front of him.

Sabastian's gaze drifted to Robert and they met eyes. The other man was crying too, and he wondered if he felt the link more strongly than Sabastian did. Sabastian didn't really understand it, nor did he understand the implications. However, by the look in the man's eyes, he got the feeling that Robert was telling him that his secret was safe with him.

Robert smiled sympathetically, understanding exactly what he was saying. "Well, guards I can handle. Fire I cannot. If the father has any torches or candles, they'll have to be extinguished before I can approach."

Damien's steely eyes became very dark, the man's body tensing as he realized that what had happened to Sabastian was now happening to Cora, the sweetest woman he had ever met. The thought of Cora bent over with the man rutting her like some animal made his blood boil. She was too kind and precious to be subjected to more pain and misery. The Father was going to pay dearly.

"Let's go," he growled, stalking away.

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The father continued to greedily shove his sausage fingers into her ass, liking the way her body sometimes flinched from the motion. The rate of his hips was increasing, the father groaning as he fulfilled his desire to have this beautiful woman helpless before him. The one holding her ankles looked somewhat bored, while the one in front had also started rapidly stroking his cock.

It oozed precum as he jerked his meat in front of himself, his eyebrows knitting slightly as he pleasured himself to the sight of her being fucked from the back. "Oh yeah... fucking take it on your face... Yeah... little slut..." the man panted, the slick sounds of his slippery cock in Cora's ear. Her face was suddenly wrenched up slightly by his hand in her hair. He groaned loudly, his hips jutting forward as he shot his load all over Cora's face. It got in her hair, on her forehead and cheeks, one glob even hitting her on her eyelid. It was a lot of cum, and it was pretty thick, the viscous liquid slow to start oozing down her face.

"Oh yeah... you look good covered in cum." He smirked, tucking his cock back into his pants for now. The man switched positions with the other guy, who started tugging his own meat. His eyes hungrily watched every movement she made.

"I wonder if Sabastian can still feel my love inside him. I certainly hope he can; unfortunately for you, I gave him the bigger load. It was a reward for being such a good boy. He even came for me, all over the bedsheets." The father enjoyed Cora knowing the more intimate details. It made him feel like she would be thinking about his words even when he was done with her. "Oh Cora... I'm going to cum soon. I'm going to cum inside your flawless sex."

 

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Delvin never let him go, not for a moment. Even as they all stalked to the father's office together, he still didn't put him down. Only when he absolutely had to, to help Damien get the torches put out, did he finally set him on his feet again. Then he gave Damien a look and stepped back, letting him make the first move.

He wanted to do it himself, but he knew he had robbed the man a bit back at the military camp when he had pulled Damien off of that man that had wanted to drug her. Besides, he knew he would be given his turn, and he wasn't sure if he could handle the sight of Cora laying exposed and used. He might lose his self control and just kill them all before they had a chance to make them beg for mercy. Not to mention they still had to find out where Roberts wife was being kept.

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Cora kept her mouth shut as they continued their assault, not wanting to give them the satisfaction of hearing her whimper or cry. She wanted to push herself into that comfortable numbness but found it difficult to slip back into that mindset. It was like she had gotten used to being assaulted and couldn't even take herself out of her own body anymore.

She hissed when her hair was pulled, but other than that she just kept her eyes closed and held still. She knew what was coming, and she knew that if she opened her eyes it was going to sting like a bitch. Then she felt it, those hot spurts on her face and hair. It was vile and degrading, but whatever, she could wash it off. What she couldn't wash off was the memories.

The words. The sounds, the smells. All of them would play a role in her nightmares, where she couldn't escape. Where she would be forced to deal with it head on and recount every single moment. If there was a hell, they were all heading to it. Perhaps even herself with what she wanted to do to those men in that moment.

 

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Damien gently tried the door and found that it was locked. Robert stepped forward and turned the doorknob till it popped. It almost looked gentle the way he had done it, even though they all knew he had been exerting enough force to break it. All that was left was to enter.

"Cora! Yes! Oh Yes!" Could be heard from outside the room as the Father came inside her. He held his hips against her as he spurted all of his thick seed inside. Little did he know that a shitstorm was about to thunder in for him.

The door burst open and there stood Damien. All three of the men turned and looked at him in surprise, all of them having assumed he was still locked away in the cells. Damien's eyes went to Cora, handcuffed and tied up, cum all over her face and the father's cum-covered cock pulling out of her. For a moment, all was still with everyone simply standing and staring at each other. His eyes traveled back Cora's body until he met the father's eyes, and in that moment he knew that he would kill this man.

Damien practically flew forward, punching the man hard in the face and knocking him backwards. The father tripped over his own feet and fell to the floor, scrambling away from the man with the murderous eyes. There was no pity, and not one ounce of mercy in them. Father Gabriel started groveling, "Damien! I didn't mean it! I was simply overtaken by temptation! Please, I'll mend my ways. I'll never do it again!" No matter what he said, Damien silently advanced on him.

Meanwhile, the two larger men had started toward Damien, but two long appendages wrapped around their throats and literally lifted them off of their feet, slamming them into the wall. Robert glared at them, walking forward and crossing his arms. The strength he had was no joke, and it was hard to believe how easily he held the two struggling men.

Sabastian ran in and saw Cora laying there on her stomach. His eyes watered and he rushed in, momentarily forgetting that Vin was watching as he reached behind her and pulled the chain on the handcuffs apart in one smooth motion. He then quickly untied the shoelaces around her ankles and hugged her. "I'm sorry, Cora. I wanted to help you but I couldn't get in."

Damien crouched over the priest, hovering over him like a demon come to claim a man's soul. A crack was heard and the father screamed, one of his fingers now disfigured. His voice was like ice as he began. "That's for throwing me in the cells. CRACK. That's for tricking Sabastian. CRACK That's for throwing Vin in the cells. CRACK. That's for torturing Robert. CRACK. That's for holding his wife hostage. CRACK. That's for looking at Cora. CRACK. That's for talking to Cora. CRACK. That's for touching Cora. CRACK. That's for fucking Cora. CRACK. And that... is for thinking you could get away with it all."

By the time he had finished, all of the father's fingers were contorted, the man whimpering and crying in pain. It didn't look like Damien had any intention of stopping there, but he paused to speak again to the terrified man beneath him. "I intend to make you beg for hell by the time I'm done with you, you sick fucking prick. Now." He pointed at Cora, "she is the only one that can save you. She is your God now, and you had better pray she's feeling merciful or I will won't rest until you beg for death.

The father turned his attention to Cora and he started blubbering, "I'm sorry Cora... I'm so sorry... Please have mercy! Please! I was wrong! God Cora, please!"

 

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Vin was shaking as he heard the sick priests words, knowing they were ultimately too late. He still waited though, waited until Damien got him on the ground before he stepped in and dared to look.

Cora had heard the door burst open and had finally opened her eyes. When she saw who was standing there, like an angel of death, she let loose with a sob. It was over.

Sabastians arms around her let her feel enough to cry harder, and she hugged him back with one arm. The other arm went up so that she could wipe the cum off of her face. After that, she got up on her feet, still clinging to Sabastian.

"I know, it's alright. Y-you did good."

She hadn't noticed Vin yet, too busy flinching with every crack of the priests broken fingers but unwilling to look away either. She swallowed hard and got her sobbing under control. She wanted to be able to speak when it was time.

"Please have mercy!..God Cora, please!"

Her tears, still spilling down her cheeks, slowed as she walked to the preacher. She then crouched down on her knees in front of him and looked into his eyes. For a moment, it almost seemed as if she were going to show the man the mercy he was so desperately begging for, her expression sad and pained. But then, it slowly turned into that cold, deadpan look as she brought her hand up to get some of the cum out of her hair and onto her fingers. Her eyes looked at it briefly, her fingers almost playing with it, and then they drifted back to the false profits. Very carefully, as if she were an artist working on her master painting, she smeared the cum all over his lips and then shoved her fingers through them and to the back of his throat until she felt him gag. When she pulled her fingers out, she wiped them on his cheek.

"I told you, you were going to beg to go to Hell."

Her voice was quiet and silky as her hazel eyes looked at him. Then rather suddenly her face twisted into something that, if she had looked in a mirror, would have even scared herself.

"Start begging."

She stood then and made her way to the bathroom, slamming the door hard behind herself. Despite how much she had wanted to hurt that foul piece of shit, she suddenly found she didn't have the stomach for it. Let Damien finish it. The screams in her ears as she cleaned herself off would be enough.

Delvin watched the whole thing with satisfaction, not feeling an ounce of mercy for the man either. If anything, he had only felt a slight fear as, for a moment, he thought Cora might actually participate. As much as he thought she deserved that, he couldn't imagine the sweet women acting in such a way and he actually felt relieved when she escaped to the bathroom.

He stepped inside but left the door open behind him. Unlike the cocky son of a bitch before him, he wanted to know if someone was going to come sneaking up on them. Once he was inside, he walked right over to the preacher and squatted down.

"Give me his wrists Damien. I'll hold him down."

 

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Sabastian watched Cora leave for the bathroom, his eyes wandering to the father.

"Mmm... You feel so wonderful, Sabastian."

He shuddered and hugged his elbows. God, it was almost like he could feel the disgusting man penetrating him and sliding those awful hands all over his skin. What he wouldn't give to take it back, to not have been such a naïve fool. His eyes watered and he wiped them in frustration. He couldn't stop fucking crying and it was pissing him off.

When Cora approached, Damien had also thought she may have granted the man a merciful death. However, when he saw her face change, he knew that Father Gabriel would have a difficult night. It bothered him a bit, the way her beautiful, sweet face had changed to something so dark and filled with the need for vengeance, but he understood why should feel that way. Whatever she became, no matter how bitter or dark it was, he would follow her into hell if she held him by the hand.

His eyes slowly went back to the priest as he looked in horror up at the steely-eyed man whose intention was now eliciting as much pain as he could. Damien nodded at Vin, grabbing the man's wrists and passing them off to him.

The next hour was horrific, things that shouldn't be seen nor talked about. The screams that came from the man were of pure, unadulterated terror and pain. Sabastian had to leave near the beginning, almost vomiting as he left the room. Having tied up the two other men, Robert followed him outside, where they talked a little bit about being zombies. Sabastian learned that Robert had essentially been tuned in to him most of the time, feeling a bit embarrassed that he had been able to sense when Sabastian was crying in his room all depressed. Robert didn't say it, but Sabastian assumed he knew what happened with the Father. One thing Sabastian didn't hear about was the fact that Vin and Damien had also been privy to that information. Robert had asked to see his eye, so Sabastian lifted the eyepatch for him, showing him his beautiful violet eye. The man had smiled, telling him that it suited him.

"Please... Please kill me... I'm begging you... I can't..." The priest weakly begged, his body twisted and broken, his fingernails and toenails missing along with his teeth, and other various body parts. Damien nodded, "now you can die." He reached out and gently caressed the father's head, getting his hands in just the right position before quickly twisting, a crack being heard as the light left the father's eyes.

Damien sighed and looked at Vin, reaching over to a coffee table and grabbing the clothe, laying it on the father to cover him up. It wasn't for him, it was for Cora. He wasn't sure she would want to see the now twisted form of what used to be the father.

 

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Vin only let his wrists go when Damien delivered that final, sickening crack. He hadn't felt glee, or happiness, or any similar cravings as Damien worked. All he had felt was rage and satisfaction, knowing that the sick fuck would never again be able to hurt another innocent person and that he got what was coming to him. He stood and met Damien's eyes briefly, not offering much of his own emotions through his gaze except a little relief. It was over. He then looked at the bathroom.

After Cora had cleaned herself up, and during the first of those horrific screams, she had sat down on the lid of the toilet and held herself tightly. She had thought she would have been satisfied. She had thought it would have felt good to hear him screaming and begging, feeling pain for all the pain he had likely caused, but she didn't. It was a little like Damien had said-she just felt empty. Empty, and, kind of sick.

Her 'guardian' had shown her a video one time, when she was ten and threatening him that she would come clean to her parents about everything. It was a video of him torturing a war criminal. He had sat her down and tied her wrists to the chair, and then he had hit play and put the headphones over her ears. When it was done and she was a sobbing mess, he had pointed at the tortured man, whose eyes had gone blank from shock, and told her that he would do that to Quint if she ever even thought about it again.

As the last of the screams rang out from the father, she was once again reminded of that video. She didn't really feel like coming out of that bathroom, but she knew she had to.

It took her about five minutes, and before she came out, she peeled her sock off and tried to use it as a make-shift cover for the rip in her pants. She was going to change her clothes as soon as she could, but for the time being she was just happy it was a long sock; long enough to provide adequate coverage.

When she opened that door, the first thing she looked at was the body. Her expression was still one of disgust, but turned to relief that they had at least covered his face up. Then she slowly looked up at Damien,and then...

"Oh my god, Vin!"

Her words came out on a sob and she ran to him, wrapping her arms around the big man in a crushing embrace as the waterworks began again.

"We thought you were dead! We...the base!"

She couldn't stop herself from sobbing, shaking in his arms as he had wrapped her up in a warm hug. He had actually had to practically catch her, because if he hadn't, she would have knocked him over. His pained face looked at Damien and he gave him a bit of a 'what are we going to do with these two?' look.

She held onto him for a few more seconds, and then stepped back, wiping her eyes on her arm.

"Does Sabastian know?"

She was still crying, trying and failing to control it.

"He knows. And a lot of us made it out-Dave, Jesse and her dad and Bernard, and Tommy. We managed to save a few others too. Look, I can tell you both about it later, but I think we should get the hell out of here before anyone finds their false profit."

Cora started laughing through her sobs, the news being almost too good to be real. Her eyes went down to the preacher briefly, and then she nodded.

 

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Damien watched Cora barrel toward Vin and he couldn't help but smile just a little. It was funny how when he first met the man, he would have been burning with jealousy right now, pouting like a spoiled child. Now, he was content in the knowledge that he was Cora's, and that Vin had his own little blonde to try to win over.

He gave Vin that same amused smile as he looked at him, shaking his head and wiping the blood off of his hands onto the sheet on the priest.

"I second that. I think it's about time we got the fuck out of this place. Vin, do you want to come with us? If I had to guess, that other car is yours, but I think maybe Robert and Genevieve might need it at this point." He stood up and walked over to Cora in case she wanted some physical comfort when she let go of Vin.

After their conversation, Robert had gone to get his wife, bringing her back and holding her tightly in his arms. Sabastian watched them, wondering how their relationship worked. Were they celibate? Weren't they worried about him losing his mind? He supposed they were already married, so it was as though she had already committed to him for the long haul, but still. Sabastian felt guilty for even thinking about asking Vin to be with him. He just couldn't stand the idea of one day turning into a monster and hurting the person he loved the most.

Speaking of which, he popped his head into the room and his eye fixed on Vin. He still couldn't believe he was really there- he wasn't sure when he would get over that suspicion that this was some kind of complicated hallucination. His heart seemed as though he was trying to protect himself from the possibility that he might lose him again.

"Are you guys ready?"

 

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Vin nodded.

"Yea, I was already planning on giving them the car to take them somewhere safe."

Cora put her arm around Damien and leaned into him heavily, his sturdy chest and warm scent helping to push away some of the more disturbing feelings. She would have asked him to carry her, but didn't feel like right now was a very appropriate time.

When Sabastian popped his head in the door, Delvin looked over at him with an unreadable expression, and then he slowly came to stand beside him.

"I know I'm ready. I just need to find my guitar."

He put his hand on the small of his back, not being able to help himself. He wanted to scoop him up in his arms again and just hold him. After everything that had happened, he wanted to wipe away that filthy bastards touch, and the pain of thinking he had been dead.

Vin looked over to Robert, then to his wife, and he gave them both a warm smile.

"You're going to be fine Robert."

He held out his hand to the man then, giving him a strong shake as he said, "prove it to the world."

After they found his guitar and they were all ready, Vin loaded up in the backseat with Sabastian. He found he had greatly missed those little legs resting over his own, and as they sat there, he let one of his hands rest on the little blonds shin. He didn't try to do anything intimate, like rub him softly, but he couldn't bring himself to completely pull away. Once in a while he would look over and meet Sabastians gaze for a long few moments, then go back to looking out the window.

 

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Robert had smiled at him, holding his wife happily. “The best of luck to you Vin. In all your endeavors.” His eyes had briefly flicked to Sabastian when the little man wasn’t looking before pointedly looking at Vin with a little knowing smile.

The way Vin had touched the small of his back, that intense but unreadable gaze, it all made Sabastian blush a bit. He couldn’t help but feel flustered by it. He knew Vin had found him attractive at one point, but the thought of the man taking Sabastian and pinning him down In the throes of passion was just too much to think about without getting overheated.

He wondered if Vin was simply trying to be supportive after Sabastian had basically bawled all over him for a good ten minutes in the complex. Sabastian kind of wanted it to be more than that, but he didn’t dare hope, nor did he want it to be true at the same time. If Vin wanted him again, it would be that much more painful to turn him down.

He sat in the car with his legs over the man’s lap. He had missed it too, and he found himself relaxing, enjoying the feeling of the man’s hand on his leg. It was a respectable touch, and he felt it was quite comforting.

 

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Cora sat in the front seat, staring out the window as Damien drove. She was extremely relieved and happy that Vin was alive and well, and for a while she had actually cried a bit more, albeit silently. However, now that they were all on their way once more and everyone was being relatively quiet, the nights events were trying to sneak up on her.

"Damien..."

She looked over at him.

"I'm so goddamn exhausted, but I feel like everytime we try to stop and rest, something bad happens..."

She wanted to say more than that, but she held her tongue. Later, when they were curled up together, she would ask him what the hell was wrong with her and why she couldn't get any pleasure from hearing that bastard scream. Right now though, she just let a little of her feeling leak through, wanting some type of comfort that things would be ok.

"You know an abandoned house might not be such a bad idea" Delvin said.

"We just shouldn't take any more chances. If there's any signs of anyone living there, screw it and drive past."

 

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When Damien noticed her tears, he had reached over and laid a hand on her thigh, a gentle reminder that he was there with her and that she was safe. He glanced at her as she said his name, brought back from the thoughts he had been lost in while driving. There was no denying that their usual routine was to stumble into a less than ideal situation: the base, the house, the prison... they needed a goddamn break from all the misfortune.

He sighed and was about to answer when he heard Vin’s comment from the back. An abandoned house... alright, he could manage that. This time he would check every room though, not wanting a repeat of last time. Damien glanced at Cora’s arm, wondering how the bite-Mark was healing.

“I could really use a shower... the water’s probably cold, but I wouldn’t mind.” Sabastian commented. He wanted to feel clean again, to rinse off the feeling and smell of that man who had greedily taken from him. Part of him wished they could keep driving, just so he could feel Vin’s lap against his legs, and his gentle hand against his shin.

Damien pursed his lips, recognizing what Sabastian was probably thinking of in that moment. Neither Damien nor Sabastian realized it, but everyone in the car knew about what had happened in private between himself and the “holy” man. Come to think of it, Cora probably wanted to cleanse herself with a shower as well.

“If it’s out of the way, maybe it’ll have a generator and we can at least get you some hot water,” Damien said, his eyes fixed on the road.

They drove for a while longer before they found a two-story house that looked abandoned. It was a farmhouse that looked like it used to have animals, but all the animals were gone. Sabastian looked at it and couldn’t sense anything. “It seems safe enough...” he mused, trying to subtly tell Damien and Cora that he couldn’t sense any zombies.

Nodding, Damien parked and turned off the car, lingering for a moment. “I’d still like to check the house just in case.”

 

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When Sabastian had said he could use a shower, Delvins hand hand tightened, ever so slightly, against his leg. He was still enraged at what had happened to them but his anger had cooled to a slow simmer now that they had taken care of the problem. Still, it should have never happened in the first place, and he was hell bent on keeping it that way. Though he would wait until they were all clean, needing a shower himself, he was going to make Sabastian talk to him tonight.

When they came up on the house and Damien said he wanted to check it out,Vin unbuckled his seatbelt and grabbed his guitar. He still hadn't had the chance to properly clean it off, some purple blood still dried and caked in the crevices.

"I'll come with you. I think you," he said looking at Sabastian.

"And Cora should stay in the car."

Cora seemed in agreement with that, as she didn't budge from her seat as the two men got out of the car and looked toward the house.

 

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Sabastian had been oblivious of the minute squeeze on his leg, still trying to shake the disturbing memories of the preacher lubing up his ass for the taking.

He was more than equipped to go in and check the house out with them, especially since there might only be people in there. Sabastian frowned and opened his mouth to argue, but thought better of it. Vin still thought he was just another guy, a small, thin, blue-eyed boy, and Sabastian was determined to keep it that way. His mouth closed before he mumbled, “yeah okay. Come back soon though.”

Damien got his pistol out of the backseat and entered the house with Vin. They went room to room, checking everywhere a person might be hiding. The house had a basement suite with a bathroom, two rooms upstairs with another bathroom, an office, a front room, kitchen, and attic. The attic looked pretty comfortable, and had a large skylight over the bed. Damien making a mental note that he might have to convince Vin to let himself and Cora have that room.

Once the house was deemed safe, he went into the backyard for extra measure and made sure no one was there either. They ended up finding a generator, but Damien didn’t know how to turn it on, not having much experience with household appliances.

 

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Once the boys were out of the car, Cora was quiet for a few minutes. Suddenly she got up and got out of the car, walked around to the side where Vin had been sitting, and she climbed in the back seat. She didn't say anything, but just leaned over and scooped Sabastian up in a hug. She held him tightly for a moment, and then her body started shaking as she quietly sobbed.

"That fucking bastard told me everything he did" she sobbed.

"I tried...I tried so hard not to let him know it got to me, but I...but I..."

She couldn't talk anymore, all she could do was hold onto him and cry.

Delvin had followed Damien shortly after, seeing the generator as well. The skies were clear, so the light from the moon was enough for him to bend over and inspect it. It took him about five minutes of fiddling, but he finally managed to get it started up. It was loud, as expected, so he spent a few minutes just looking around after they got it running. Although now that he knew what Sabastian actually was, he figured they were probably pretty safe.

"We probably shouldn't let it run too long!" He shouted over the noise.

"Just get the water heated up and then turn it off!"

Zombies weren't the only thing they had to look out for, after all.

 

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Fiddling with his shirt, he thought Cora was just getting out for some fresh air before he saw her open the door and get into the back with him, pulling him into her lap and wrapping her arms around him. He saw her begin to cry and he looked at her sympathetically, thinking maybe she needed some comfort.

The blond put his arms around her shoulders and hugged her back, but froze when he heard what she had to say. His heart dropped and he didn’t know what to say. He hadn’t intended on telling any of them about what had happened, not anytime soon at least.

He had been used, fucked, cummed in, all while that revolting man stroked his cock. Part of him hated himself for having cum from that. What kind of person was he that he would cum while a disgusting man takes his ass? Cora had been taken too, but at least she put up a fight. He was so stupid to let that man have him for that hollow promise of their safety.

He wished he had done it differently, refused him, fought him, anything else than what he had done: submit and end up up cumming on the bedsheets before letting the man cum inside his ass. He had such deep shame about it, he could hardly think about it without wanting to never show his face again.

The fact that sick fuck had used him to make Cora feel bad also made him sick. He couldn’t imagine how awful it must have been being fucked while the man told her about his conquest.

He tried to resist it, but he soon broke down once more, starting to sob right along with her, “I was so fucking stupid... I should have killed him right there or forced him to let you guys go... maybe if I had he wouldn’t have hurt you too...” Sabastian rested his forehead on her shoulder, “I’m so sorry...”

Damien was impressed with Vin’s tinkering ability, stepping back as he heard the roar of the machine. He was also concerned about someone or something hearing it, looking around with Vin before nodding.

“We have flashlights anyway.” He yelled back, crossing his arms.

 

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"No. No" she shook her head vehemently, sitting back a little so she could hold his face.

"Look at me. Don't do that. That man manipulated you and made you think you had no choice, and for all you knew he might have killed you Sabastian. He already had that man down in the cells that was like you, you don't know how much he already knew about what you were. You were trying to save us, you were trying to do the right thing, so don't you dare let him keep a hold over you like that."

She finally let him go and pushed his hair back a bit, her lip trembling as she tried to swallow.

"I'm used to it hunny. I know I'll get through it, especially with you and Damien there, but I'm so fucking sorry. You should have never had to experience that."

After a few more moments, she finally quieted her sobbing and wiped her eyes. About the time that she let out a heavy sigh was when she heard the generator start up. Until that point, she had forgotten how loud they could be, and for a moment she looked around like a scared rabbit, waiting for some monster to come creeping out of the bushes.

Delvin nodded and gave him a thumbs up, then started heading back to the car. He could help them carry in what they needed for the night, and then he intended on take a shower first thing, whether the water was warm or not. He imagined it wouldn't be too cold, though, seeing as the heat of summer had probably left it pretty warm.

 

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His blue eye met her gaze as she held his face. He continued to cry as she spoke. While what she said made sense, he couldn't stop himself from feeling shameful. Maybe her words would settle into his heart in time, but for now it was too fresh for him to reconcile with.

At her next words, his heart ached. Cora was so strong; she kept her humanity and her kind heart, even through the horrific things that may have happened to her. She was confident that she would get through it, not willing to give up. He thought to himself that she was more formidable than she knew. Still... "No one should ever have to be used to it," he whispered softly, leaning against her once more. He sat there with her, letting the tears dry themselves until he heard the generator.

Sabastian also jumped, protectively putting his arms around her. He couldn't sense any zombies, but that didn't mean they couldn't get ambushed by bandits or looters. When he realized what it was, his hold on her relaxed on her and he chuckled weakly, "I swear, I'm going to have to go shower and go straight to bed. Not sure I can handle any more surprises tonight." He shook his head.

Damien followed Vin to the car, opening the back door and looking down at Cora's wet face, his eyes flicking to Sabastian as well. His expression was one of soft concern as he leaned down against the car. "Are you guys okay? Do you need anything? There are three bathrooms, so we can all take showers once the water heats up from the generator. There are two bedrooms on the second floor, one in the attic, and one in the basement. Any preference?"

"Basement!" Sabastian said quickly. He had always liked basements, finding them warm and comforting.

 

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Delvin had gone around to the drivers side door to pop the trunk, but he paused for a brief moment when Damien asked if they were ok. He looked back at the two of them, seeing the expression on their faces and decided he would rather not know what they had been talking about. He had had quite enough of that for a lifetime.

"Yea, were ok as can be" Cora said. A shower sounded amazing. Maybe even a hot bath. Either way, she just wanted to get clean.

When Damien mentioned a basement, she started shaking her head and let out a tiny breath of relief when Sabastian claimed it first. He could have it.

After that she helped unpack, just grabbing a small bag of toiletries and Bowie, and giving Vin an extra, small travelling pack she had with some basics like a new toothbrush, floss, and two little hotel bottles of shampoo and conditioner. Once they were all done, she let Damien lead her upstairs and Vin went an found a shower first thing.

As he expected, the water was still warm from the summer heat and he didn't even need to turn the hot water on. He found some razors under the sink and shaving cream up above and was delighted to have the chance to clean up a bit. He thought to himself that he would have to find one of those old fashioned razors that they used in barber shops, or get himself a good knife and keep it sharp.

Upstairs in the attic, Cora was doing similarly; digging around under the sink and finding not only some extra razors, but a small first aid kit box and a little cheap dollar store sewing kit.

"Oh score" she said, setting the supplies on the floor.

"Look babe-razors."

She poked her head out of the door with the package in her hand, a little smile on her face. Her eyes were still puffy from crying, but she looked pretty happy to have found such basics. Bowie was wrapped around her shoulders and stomach and his little tongue was flickering the package curiously.

 

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Damien nodded and followed her up, happy to finally have a night to rest where he wasn't worrying about anything.

He looked over at her at the mention of razors. "Oh? Are you sure you don't like my rugged, unshaven face? Hmm?" Damien grinned and rubbed his chin, trying to strike a suave stance before her. The man walked forward a little bit and crouched down next to her, taking the package from her gently and looking at it as though he was inspecting it.

It was almost imperceptible, but he slowly leaned until his face was side-to-side with hers, pausing before he rubbed his scruff against her cheek playfully.

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Sabastian grabbed a small pack and heard a clink in the back seat, looking more closely, his eyes narrowed as he saw a bottle of booze. He paused, grabbing the bottle and putting it in his pack without them seeing. While he didn't intend to drink it just for shits and giggles, he planned on using it if he ended up having trouble sleeping.

He headed downstairs to the basement and found it to be really nice. The bed was large, covered with soft pillows and a very fuzzy blanket on top. It had to be fake animal hair- score. The blonde smiled and rifled through the dresser, pillaging the underwear drawer. He didn't have any clean underwear, so he stole a pair of boxer shorts that looked his size. They were red and plaid. It wasn't usually his style, but they were clean and that was enough.

Going to the adjoining bathroom, he stripped and got into the shower, turning on the hot water and sighing at the way it felt on his body. It was so good to be able to get clean after everything that had happened. He ended up washing his skin with vanilla-scented soap twice. It was a bit gross, but he also made sure that there was no lingering evidence that the Father had been inside him. His hair was washed next, his blonde hair getting a nice shampooing and conditioning before he finally stepped out.

He found a pair of fingernail clippers and dipped it in rubbing alcohol to clean it. He then trimmed his nails, his hair dripping. Sabastian used a fresh towel to dry his hair, leaving it tussled and damp as he wrapped the towel around his waist. Staring at himself in the mirror, he sighed and picked up the eyepatch, putting it back on. Even in his own room, he couldn't risk Vin coming in and seeing him without it.

Once he was clean enough, he put on the boxer shorts and stepped out of the bathroom with the towel around his shoulders.

 

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"I do actually" she grinned.

"You look very handsome and rugged."

As he came and crouched before, she closed her eyes for a moment and sighed. It was so late, and she was so tired. She wanted nothing more then to get under that hot water and wash away the filthy feeling on her skin. She was completely blind to his playful encroaching until it was too late, suddenly feeling a very rough, almost sandpaper feeling, against her cheek.

Her eyes shot open and she giggled loudly, playfully pushing him back. Then she gave him a little glare.

"Oh you want to play, do you?"

Suddenly she pounced, jumping forward and wrapping her hands around his chest and biting his neck gently. Bowie, not liking suddenly getting jostled so roughly, slides off quickly and then starts to make his away across the room.

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He was feeling so much better after cleaning up. His face felt smooth again, his teeth properly flossed and his breath not reeking from two days of not having anything more to rinse with than water. And he felt cleansed. Despite it being almost five days since he had been at that diner, he had still felt the lingering touches haunting him every time he closed his eyes.

Speaking of which...it was time to get an answer.

He made his way down the stairs of the basement slowly. He wasn't trying to sneak up on Sabastian, he just wasn't feeling so confident as when he had first started towards the door.

He already knew what Sabastian was now, and could accept him for it. Even if it was a possibility that he might lose his mind one day, Delvin realized that he really didn't give a shit. He wanted to stay by his side and never let anything like what had happened in that church happen ever again. He wanted to keep him safe, and hold him. God, the feeling of having him on his arms, holding him against his chest like that had been so warm. So right. However, if Sabastian had turned him down for some other reason than what he now suspected, he wasn't sure if he could handle that. He wasn't sure if he was ready for that pain.

The door was in front of him now, and well, it was now or never. He lifted his hand, hesitated for a moment, then knocked.

"Sabastian? I needed to talk to you before you head to bed."

 

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Damien was quite pleased that she actually did like it- it made him feel attractive and it was good in case they ever ran out of razors.

In his crouching position, he was pushed off-balance when she pounced on him. He fell gently backward onto his back, laughing as she bit on his neck. He was tired as well, but he would never be too tired to play with her. The feeling of her teeth against his skin was kind of kinky in his opinion, and he found his cock stirring a bit.

His hands went around her back and he held her against him. "Mmm... What sharp teeth you have miss. Please don't bite me... I'll do anything you want. Anything." The man's voice was soft and playful as he flirted with Cora.


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Sabastian had brushed his own teeth before flopping down face-first onto the bed. Ooh, it was so fluffy and nice against his bare chest, he was tempted to never move again. That wasn't in the cards though as he heard the knock at the door. When he heard Vin's voice asking to speak with him, he looked down at himself before looking up.

"Um, one sec!" He called before frantically looking around. If Vin came in now, he would see Sabastian practically naked and he thought he might die of embarrassment on the spot. After several panicked moments, he found a large, soft blanket to wrap around his shoulders. If he held it shut, then the man wouldn't see him.

"Okay, um. You can come in if you want." Sabastian looked away from the stairs nervously and then looked back, "what did you want to talk about?" Had Cora told him about what happened with the Father and he was checking up on him? But why would he chose to do that right now? Couldn't it wait until morning?

 

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"Anything, you say?"

She looked up, watching Bowie slither around the room. Maybe if she were lucky he would catch and eat any mice or rats that might be lingering in the room. Turning her attention back to Damien, she gave his neck another nibble, playfully testing her new-found power.

"Hmm..."

She kissed the spot that she had bit, and then sat up to look at his handsome face.

"Help me take a shower. And then after..."

Her hand came up to push his hair back, her eyes travelling his face before meeting those liquid steel jewels.

"I want you to touch me until I can't remember how anyone else feels but you" she said quietly.

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Delvin walked in and shut the door behind him. When he turned back around, he had a very conflicted look on his face. It was like he wanted to ask something but couldn't find the words to say it. Finally, seemingly giving up on words altogether, he just walks forward and stands very close to the little man.

His brown eyes look down into that beautiful blue as he brings his hand up slowly, almost tentatively, and he caresses his cheek.

"Sabastian... Take your eye patch off. I want to see you. All of you."

His tone left it clear that he wasn't asking.