The Glass House: Chapter Fifteen
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wolfanficsTitle: The Glass House
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderfulrana_narsilion <3
Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas; implied Tim/Craig, Hamish/Andy (after a fashion. XD)
Word Count: 3,959
Chapter: 15/32 [Previous]
Warnings: language, rough sex (with what could be considered dubious consent), predatory!Craig, angst, mentions of torture
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Author's Notes II: Yes, the second half has been reorganised and has four more chapters now. THIS IS WHAT HAVING NO INTERNET FOR THREE DAYS WILL MAKE ME DO. XD
Summary: Devoid of Caleb and angry at Julian, Craig runs into Andrew and drags him off for sex. Afterwards, Andrew begins to break down Craig's barriers to discover the cause of his angst.
Chapter Fifteen
Craig stormed out of the meeting, slamming the door closed behind him. He was insulted and angry at Julian's lack of trust in him. He'd as good as been labelled a traitor. What was worse was having so-called friends siding with Julian. People he'd known for years were turning against him. He wondered if they'd still have said the same things if Wil and Adam were there. As it was, Adam was still unconscious, and Wil and Hamish hadn't left his side. Well, not until Andy came back, then Hamish and his fucking twin couldn't be fucking separated. Julian had told them things would continue as normal, as they couldn't afford to put things on hold, not even for Adam.
Craig wondered if anyone cared that he had been hurt as well, had nearly died trying to escape from the raid on The Glass House. Julian hadn't, and had told him off for being selfish, irresponsible, reckless and stupid as soon as he'd been discharged from their makeshift medical ward. Caleb had argued for him, he'd even yelled at Julian, but that had only angered him further. It was clear that Julian resented having Caleb around, and Craig wondered if it was because he knew where Craig had gotten the money from to pay for his freedom.
Fuck him! Fuck him and his stupid rebellion. They're all fucking traitors!
Craig stalked through the warehouse, needing to work off his anger somehow. He was angrier still that Caleb wasn't around to help. Julian had sent him on an errand up north gathering weapons contacts for the rebellion. Craig thought it was punishment for arguing with him. He'd have at least a week on his own before Caleb returned. If Caleb returned. There was every possibility Julian had arranged this to get Caleb out of the way. Craig wondered if he could escape if cornered. Caleb, in spite of the hard life he'd led, didn't know how to fight that well, not like Craig did.
But then, that's all he was. Craig was a soldier, built to fight, nothing more. Mere military equipment. His ancestors had been trained to fly and fight and kill from a very early age, brought up to be warriors for their Masters, to die for their Masters to save their own people from having to fight unwinnable wars around the globe. Cannon fodder. Disposable. Caged and forced to mate to produce more soldiers to be sent out to die. Put down when they were beyond help. Left out in the battle field to die. The legacy of his ancestors, few generations that they were, would haunt him until he died. It did nothing to endear him to humanity, especially since they were not considered human in the eyes of the law. He had heard the stories growing up, had detested humans with a passion, vowing to seek revenge. He hated humans as much as humans hated him. He hated having to work with humans, even if they were rebels just like him. They lacked the capacity to understand just what they'd done to him and his kind over the decades, a source of constant frustration and anger.
He came to a stop in one of the corridors, not sure where to go. He stood there, staring at the ground, fists clenched, trying to calm down. His wings were beating agitatedly. His own kind were turning against him. They might as well have stabbed him in the back for all they cared. He was even more annoyed that he could tell his body had just entered another period of hyper-arousal again, and with no Caleb, he'd have to find someone else to fuck, and with the way everyone was behaving towards him, that would not be easy, but as long as they were compliant, he didn't really care who he got.
"Wonderful. Angry and horny. Just what I need. Fuck! Filthy humans. How dare they talk to me of betrayal? If I had my way, I'd purge this rebellion of every human we have. They don't deserve to be fighting with us," Craig said through gritted teeth.
"You're as bad as they are. We're not going to get anywhere with that attitude, Craig."
Craig looked up and saw Andrew standing there in front of him. "Shut up. I've already been destroyed. What do I care what you think? You're Julian's pawn as far as I'm concerned." Craig paused momentarily, considering Andrew standing before him. "Fuck it. You're coming with me. If I don't fuck someone now, I'm gonna go mad," he said, as he grabbed his wrist hard, yanking him towards him.
"I take it I don't have a choice in the matter," Andrew said, not sure he should be pleased about this arrangement or not.
"No choice. Blame Julian for sending my boy away," Craig growled and pulled him forward again as he strode down the hall.
"I'll be sure to take it up with him later," Andrew said as he tried to keep up with him.
Craig grunted, half-hearing his answer. The only thing he was fixated on was sex now that he'd found someone to fuck. Andrew flinched as Craig stormed into his quarters, shoving the door aside as if it didn't exist. Craig led Andrew to the bedroom and threw him inside, locking the door behind him as he stalked forward, watching Andrew scurry onto the bed, unsure if he was eager or terrified, unable to care either way.
Craig wasted no time getting naked. He needed this far too much to bother with niceties. He did, however, grab the set of manacles and the collar attached to them from the dresser against the wall, wrapping the chain around his hand as he approached. This was going to last a while and he needed to have Andrew completely at his mercy. This was the only way he knew that would keep him under control.
"What's with the manacles, Craig?" Andrew said, slightly concerned that there could be more than just sex involved.
"You submit to me. This is going to be a long ride for you, my friend. I don't want any trouble, or you will get hurt, filthy human," Craig hissed.
"What's going on? Is there something I should know?" Andrew said, trying to ignore the harsh insult Craig threw in at the end.
"Can't you smell it? It's all your fault. Your kind created us. I didn't ask for a period of hyper-arousal every two fucking months or so. I didn't ask to be hunted down like some sort of pest, to be seen as not human by the very people who made us," Craig said.
"Alright, alright. I get your point. Calm down, if you can. Just- try not to hurt me too much. I'm not as robust as Caleb is," Andrew said.
That permission sent Craig into overdrive, if that was even possible. He growled as he crawled onto the bed, keeping his eyes pinned on Andrew, making sure he knew who was in charge. Andrew lay down obediently as Craig leant over him. The utter tension in the room was stifling. Craig pinned his shoulders into the bed, using his body to hold him still, refusing to let him overpower him, even though that was unlikely. He leant down and nibbled on Andrew's ear, trying to resist the urge to actually hurt him. Craig wasn't that sadistic, or at least, he didn't think he was, but then again, he'd had more than his fair share of mistreatment at the hands of humans, and now, with a human at his mercy, anything could happen. The dark tortured creature within was always begging to be let out.
"Don't you dare fight me, Andrew. I'm strong enough to kill you," Craig whispered harshly.
"I wasn't going to fight you, Craig," Andrew said, well aware that he couldn't really do much anyway.
"Just do what I say and you won't get hurt," Craig said, sucking on his neck hard.
"This is just going to be sex, right?" Andrew said, suddenly not so sure he wanted to be there.
"Well, just having you tied up here won't do anything to get rid of my lust, therefore I need to fuck you," Craig said.
"And how long is this going to last exactly?" Andrew said.
"Until it's over. Now shut up and let me restrain you. You're mine until I release you," Craig said, grabbing Andrew's wrists as he sat up, straddling his hips to keep him down still.
Andrew watched in silence as Craig secured the manacles and the collar on him, filled with nervous anticipation. He'd never seen Craig so… predatory before. It was the glint in his eyes that made him compliant. Craig was clearly determined to get his way, no matter what. It seemed easier to just go along with things. Once secured, Craig pulled him up into a bruising kiss.
"Touch the fucking wings and I'll fucking kill you, bitch," Craig added before kissing him again.
Andrew didn't doubt him. Craig was rather protective of his wings.
Breaking the kiss, Craig lay him down on his back again and attacked his jeans, desperate to fuck him. Finally naked, Craig wasted little time in preparation before he couldn't hold back any longer, wrapping Andrew's legs around his waist as he thrust into him. Andrew could do nothing but lie back and take it as Craig pressed him into the bed again.
Craig obsessed over his neck, licking and sucking the skin, nipping at his ear lobe, drawn to the heat of the blood pouring through his jugular vein. He almost regretted collaring him, since it restricted his access to his neck. Craig bit his neck hard, trying not to pierce skin and kill him, trying to relieve his anger by making Andrew hurt. Andrew could hear him growling harshly in his ear. It seemed to be the only way Craig could communicate now. Words were useless. Growling, snarling, hissing and grunting seemed to make so much more sense.
Craig was fuelled by desperation, digging his fingers into Andrew's shoulders hard. He was beginning to lose control. He was finally dealing with his lust. Nothing else mattered. His wings beating behind him add power to his thrusting, leaving Andrew squirming beneath him, his hands pushing against his chest.
It didn't take Craig long to come considering how worked up he was. Andrew soon realised just how long this would take. Craig was nowhere near done with him yet. It was going to be a long night. Craig pulled him into heated kisses every now and then, emerging from his lust-induced trance long enough to make sure Andrew got something out of it.
Andrew was exhausted by the time dawn came. Craig had been rather physical with him, and he was sure he had bruises and bite marks all over him. He'd finally convinced Craig to let him rest and get him something to eat, so Craig had left him for the moment to get food. The room was peaceful. Andrew was still in chains, but he didn't care. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, wincing at his aching body. He knew he was probably covered in bruises, and Chris would be horrified when he saw them, but what could he do? He'd have to find a way to convince Chris not to kill Craig because of it.
Craig soon returned, clambering onto the bed as he tried not to drop what he was carrying. He settled beside Andrew, placing the food next to him.
"You alright?" Craig asked, seeing him lying there almost motionless.
"Yeah, I'll be alright. Just tired. Fuck, you should've warned me you wanted to fuck rough. I'd have gotten Chris to take my place," Andrew said, sitting up.
"Yeah, but I ran into you instead. All I was after was someone to fuck. Want some food?" Craig said, offering the plate to him.
"You brought meat?" Andrew said, amused but grateful nonetheless.
"Only thing I could get hold of this early in the morning. Sorry about that. I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" Craig said.
"You forgot you weren't fucking Caleb, didn't you? I did warn you about that," Andrew said.
"I'm sorry. I'm just - I get so caught up in it all that I forget what's going on around me. It's a 'must satiate lust before brain explodes' type of thing. Once the sex starts, all I care about is getting off. Oh, want me to unchain you? Sorry, I should've asked first," Craig said, setting the meat down as he got up to retrieve the keys.
"No, no, it's alright, you don't have to," Andrew said.
"Here. Sorry about having to restrain you. They didn't hurt you, did they? Maybe I should get softer ones," Craig said, sliding back onto the bed to remove the manacles and the collar.
"They hurt a little, but it's not that bad. Thanks," Andrew said, rubbing his neck.
"Get under the covers, you must be freezing," Craig said, moving the plate of meat so he could lift up the covers.
"You're suddenly Mr Considerate, aren't you?" Andrew said as he slid beneath them, wanting to be warm.
"It's the least I can do for what I just put you through," Craig said, snuggling in beside him, setting the plate between them.
"Don't worry about it. I'll live. But you owe me for this," Andrew said, picking at the meat.
"I know. And I'm sorry about the insults before. I didn't mean them. I just… I got stuck in my head, and I'd fought with Julian too, and I had no right to take that out on you," Craig said.
"Don't worry about it. We all need some form of stress relief," Andrew said. "What did you mean when you said you'd already been destroyed?"
"I'd rather not discuss it. It's not something I talk about," Craig said, evasively.
"What did they do to you?" Andrew pressed, for no other reason than the phrase had been nagging at him all night.
"It's none of your business," Craig said.
"Why do you hate humans?" Andrew said.
"You know full well why I hate humans. I've hated them as long as I can remember. It's inexcusable what they did to my ancestors. I won't stand for it any longer. That's why I fight," Craig said.
"Where did you get that scar on your arm?" Andrew said, noticing the long scar cutting across his left arm.
"Battle wound, that's all. Got cut by some cunt of a cop trying to escape one night," Craig said.
"I don't remember that. Since when do cops carry knives?" Andrew said, unsure why he was still pressing the matter when it was clear Craig didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him.
"It was a while ago. Look, will you leave it already? I don't want to discuss it," Craig said, giving him an angry stare.
"Alright, alright. Sorry. I'll drop the subject. I've hit a nerve," Andrew said, settling back to eating.
"Thanks. They're just… things I'd rather not talk about. I've seen far too much violence in my life. I envy humans who have never had to go to war," Craig said, fighting the memories away.
Andrew looked up at him, watching Craig staring at nothing. "Even warriors are allowed to feel, you know. You are human, aren't you?" he said softly, choosing his words carefully.
"I hate what they've made me. The cruelty of humanity is unmatched on this planet," Craig whispered.
Andrew reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to kiss it gently. Craig looked over at him and smiled, squeezing his hand tightly.
"This human doesn't hate you," Andrew replied.
"Yeah, well, you're the only one who doesn't," Craig said.
"What about Julian?" Andrew said.
"What about Julian? He thinks he knows how to lead us but he has no right to be leading this rebellion. He's not even winged, for fuck's sake! How the hell does he know what I've been through? How can he know what they do to you when you're arrested? How can he know any of our suffering? It's just not right. A fullwing should be leading us, not Julian! I stand behind Adam and Wil and Tim, not Julian. They know what it's like to be a fullwing in this country, something Julian will never understand," Craig said.
"He's halfwing. Didn't you know that? His mother was a political activist, a fullwing. She was arrested one night and he was made to watch her being tortured for information. He was 14. He watched them drag her body away. He was left alone in their house. That was when he decided to fight, just like her. He had to live up to her name. He couldn't allow her death to not be avenged. That's why he leads us," Andrew said quietly.
"Shit. I never knew that, no. How was I supposed to know he was halfwing? He blends in too easily as human. He will never know what it's like to be tortured, though, and for that I'm grateful. The cops don't torture humans," Craig said.
"What are you talking about?" Andrew said.
"Winged humans and anyone with winged human blood, halfwings, are not legally considered humans of the species Homo sapiens, therefore the government can argue that we do not have any human rights and treat us accordingly. I don't have to tell you what that means for those arrested," Craig said.
"Those stories are true? I thought they were only rumours," Andrew said.
"They are real enough. You get frightened into remaining silent, and no one believes you for fear of being seen as a traitor. I would not curse these wings on anyone. They bring nothing but pain and suffering," Craig said, turning away from Andrew. He was beginning to get emotional. The memories churning around in his head were fighting not to be forgotten. Craig could feel the long-healed injuries beginning to ache again.
Andrew didn't speak immediately. "You were tortured, weren't you?" he said slowly, not sure if he'd drawn the right conclusion from his words.
"Only once, thank the Gods," Craig said.
"Do I even want to know what happened?" Andrew said, unsure if he wanted his question answered or not.
"I would rather not go through it again. Please, don't make me tell you," Craig said, and Andrew could see the tiniest spark of pain in his eyes.
"Only if you don't call me weak for not wanting to know. I've never been good at handling that sort of thing," Andrew said.
"Then I hope to God you are never tortured, because going through it is unimaginably worse," Craig said.
"I bet it is. I've been wondering why you're so jaded. I'm sorry if I've triggered anything bad. I didn't mean to upset you or anything," Andrew said, bringing his arm around Craig's shoulder.
"It's stupid, really. I've spent so many years with those memories. I want to remember because it reminds me why I fight, but remembering causes me pain still that makes me regret why I should even have to fight in the first place. I still don't know why they released me alive. It was at that moment that I swore to take down this Government. That's when I swore I'd destroy humanity even if it killed me. They should've killed me then instead of leaving me out here, filled with hatred. They have no idea what they've created," Craig said.
"Sometimes I wish you wouldn't let your hatred out so often. It hurts to see you so angry like that. Don't hate me because of what I am," Andrew said.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I get so infuriated at how privileged you are because you're human. You don't realise how lucky you are. Everything is stacked against me. If I'm assaulted, I can't go to the cops and have the culprit arrested. I can't get any justice for the wrongs done to me because I'm outside the law. I'm not entitled to justice because of what I am. My kind are refused citizenship. We are cut off from society. It's not our fault we're seen as murdering dangerous beasts. That's how we're forced to live. We are forced to steal, kill and maim, just to survive. There is no escape. I wish you realised just how lucky you are. Hell, even halfwings can get citizenship if they have enough money. Fullwings have no chance at all. Even if I cut off my wings right now, my physique would give me away. There's absolutely no way I can ever be a citizen of the country I was born in, and that kills me more than anything. I will never be happy until I have my citizenship and this country has finally returned to its senses," Craig said.
"I'm sorry for what's been done to you. I would give you my citizenship right now if it meant you could get justice for what you've suffered. It kills me that they can do what they like to you, can deny your human rights, simply because of what you are," Andrew said, squeezing his hand again.
Craig didn't know how to respond to that. No one had ever offered him so much before. It was simply too great a gesture for him to comprehend. Andrew reached up and cupped his cheek, seeing him fighting back his tears. Andrew opened his arms to him as his resolve broke, resting his head against his shoulder.
"I'm a fucking mess, Andrew. I don't know if I can keep on fighting," Craig whispered, clutching onto him.
"Give up and they win. Just stay here with me. I'll look after you," Andrew said, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't leave me alone. I don't want to sleep alone," Craig said.
"Don't worry, I won't leave you now," Andrew said, holding him tightly.
The silence was broken by Chris bursting into the room, looking for Andrew. "Craig! What the-"
"Shh. Leave it, Chris. Now is not the time for this," Andrew said, glaring pointedly at Chris.
"Hey, is he alright?" Chris said, approaching the bed.
"No, he's not. Does he look alright?" Andrew said.
"What's he angsting about this time? Not missing Caleb, is he?" Chris said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, what happened to you? Did he beat you up or something?" Chris had noticed the bruises.
"No, nothing like that. He just needed me. I'll be alright. And what's wrong with him is far more than him simply missing Caleb. We've neglected him for far too long," Andrew said.
"I suppose you're not going to tell me what's wrong, are you?" Chris said.
"Now is not the right time. If he wants to tell you, that's his business," Andrew said.
"I don't so fuck off, Chris," Craig said.
"You'd better go. I might see you later," Andrew said.
"Alright then. So you won't be coming to the meeting at ten?" Chris said.
"I don't know. I don't think Craig's up for it. We'll see," Andrew said.
"Fair enough. See you round," Chris said as he got up and left, closing the door behind him.
"Don't make me go. I can't face them anymore," Craig whispered once they were alone.
"I won't force you to go if you don't want to. What should I tell Julian?" Andrew said.
"Whatever you like," Craig said.
Andrew held him tight, stroking his head softly as he listened to him cry. He wondered if Craig would ever be alright again.
Author: Sashataakheru
Beta: The wonderful
rana_narsilion <3Fandom: The Chaser/AusComedy RPS
Starring: Adam Hills, Sepulchre (OC), Wil Anderson, Hamish Blake, Craig Reucassel, Tim Minchin, Julian Morrow, Chas Licciardello, Charles Firth, Chris Taylor, Andrew Hansen, Caleb (OC), Dr Rachel Hardy (OC), Antoinette Laurent (OC), Dr Samantha Reddings (OC), Dominic Knight, Shane Cubis, Gregor Stronach, Tim Brunero, Andy Lee
Pairings: Andrew/Chris; Adam/Hamish; Jules/Chas; Rachel/Antoinette(/Samantha); Adam/Seb; Adam/Wil; Craig/Caleb; Adam/Wil/Tim; Andrew/Craig, Wil/Chas; implied Tim/Craig, Hamish/Andy (after a fashion. XD)
Word Count: 3,959
Chapter: 15/32 [Previous]
Warnings: language, rough sex (with what could be considered dubious consent), predatory!Craig, angst, mentions of torture
Rating: FRAO
Disclaimer: I don’t know them, not associated with them, just a slashy fangirl admirer with a very active imagination.
Author’s Notes: FYI, fullwing = winged human capable of flight. Halfwing = fullwing/human halfbreed, usually unable to fly, sometimes have vestigial wings, but can be removed to pass as human and not as winged.
Author's Notes II: Yes, the second half has been reorganised and has four more chapters now. THIS IS WHAT HAVING NO INTERNET FOR THREE DAYS WILL MAKE ME DO. XD
Summary: Devoid of Caleb and angry at Julian, Craig runs into Andrew and drags him off for sex. Afterwards, Andrew begins to break down Craig's barriers to discover the cause of his angst.
Chapter Fifteen
Craig stormed out of the meeting, slamming the door closed behind him. He was insulted and angry at Julian's lack of trust in him. He'd as good as been labelled a traitor. What was worse was having so-called friends siding with Julian. People he'd known for years were turning against him. He wondered if they'd still have said the same things if Wil and Adam were there. As it was, Adam was still unconscious, and Wil and Hamish hadn't left his side. Well, not until Andy came back, then Hamish and his fucking twin couldn't be fucking separated. Julian had told them things would continue as normal, as they couldn't afford to put things on hold, not even for Adam.
Craig wondered if anyone cared that he had been hurt as well, had nearly died trying to escape from the raid on The Glass House. Julian hadn't, and had told him off for being selfish, irresponsible, reckless and stupid as soon as he'd been discharged from their makeshift medical ward. Caleb had argued for him, he'd even yelled at Julian, but that had only angered him further. It was clear that Julian resented having Caleb around, and Craig wondered if it was because he knew where Craig had gotten the money from to pay for his freedom.
Fuck him! Fuck him and his stupid rebellion. They're all fucking traitors!
Craig stalked through the warehouse, needing to work off his anger somehow. He was angrier still that Caleb wasn't around to help. Julian had sent him on an errand up north gathering weapons contacts for the rebellion. Craig thought it was punishment for arguing with him. He'd have at least a week on his own before Caleb returned. If Caleb returned. There was every possibility Julian had arranged this to get Caleb out of the way. Craig wondered if he could escape if cornered. Caleb, in spite of the hard life he'd led, didn't know how to fight that well, not like Craig did.
But then, that's all he was. Craig was a soldier, built to fight, nothing more. Mere military equipment. His ancestors had been trained to fly and fight and kill from a very early age, brought up to be warriors for their Masters, to die for their Masters to save their own people from having to fight unwinnable wars around the globe. Cannon fodder. Disposable. Caged and forced to mate to produce more soldiers to be sent out to die. Put down when they were beyond help. Left out in the battle field to die. The legacy of his ancestors, few generations that they were, would haunt him until he died. It did nothing to endear him to humanity, especially since they were not considered human in the eyes of the law. He had heard the stories growing up, had detested humans with a passion, vowing to seek revenge. He hated humans as much as humans hated him. He hated having to work with humans, even if they were rebels just like him. They lacked the capacity to understand just what they'd done to him and his kind over the decades, a source of constant frustration and anger.
He came to a stop in one of the corridors, not sure where to go. He stood there, staring at the ground, fists clenched, trying to calm down. His wings were beating agitatedly. His own kind were turning against him. They might as well have stabbed him in the back for all they cared. He was even more annoyed that he could tell his body had just entered another period of hyper-arousal again, and with no Caleb, he'd have to find someone else to fuck, and with the way everyone was behaving towards him, that would not be easy, but as long as they were compliant, he didn't really care who he got.
"Wonderful. Angry and horny. Just what I need. Fuck! Filthy humans. How dare they talk to me of betrayal? If I had my way, I'd purge this rebellion of every human we have. They don't deserve to be fighting with us," Craig said through gritted teeth.
"You're as bad as they are. We're not going to get anywhere with that attitude, Craig."
Craig looked up and saw Andrew standing there in front of him. "Shut up. I've already been destroyed. What do I care what you think? You're Julian's pawn as far as I'm concerned." Craig paused momentarily, considering Andrew standing before him. "Fuck it. You're coming with me. If I don't fuck someone now, I'm gonna go mad," he said, as he grabbed his wrist hard, yanking him towards him.
"I take it I don't have a choice in the matter," Andrew said, not sure he should be pleased about this arrangement or not.
"No choice. Blame Julian for sending my boy away," Craig growled and pulled him forward again as he strode down the hall.
"I'll be sure to take it up with him later," Andrew said as he tried to keep up with him.
Craig grunted, half-hearing his answer. The only thing he was fixated on was sex now that he'd found someone to fuck. Andrew flinched as Craig stormed into his quarters, shoving the door aside as if it didn't exist. Craig led Andrew to the bedroom and threw him inside, locking the door behind him as he stalked forward, watching Andrew scurry onto the bed, unsure if he was eager or terrified, unable to care either way.
Craig wasted no time getting naked. He needed this far too much to bother with niceties. He did, however, grab the set of manacles and the collar attached to them from the dresser against the wall, wrapping the chain around his hand as he approached. This was going to last a while and he needed to have Andrew completely at his mercy. This was the only way he knew that would keep him under control.
"What's with the manacles, Craig?" Andrew said, slightly concerned that there could be more than just sex involved.
"You submit to me. This is going to be a long ride for you, my friend. I don't want any trouble, or you will get hurt, filthy human," Craig hissed.
"What's going on? Is there something I should know?" Andrew said, trying to ignore the harsh insult Craig threw in at the end.
"Can't you smell it? It's all your fault. Your kind created us. I didn't ask for a period of hyper-arousal every two fucking months or so. I didn't ask to be hunted down like some sort of pest, to be seen as not human by the very people who made us," Craig said.
"Alright, alright. I get your point. Calm down, if you can. Just- try not to hurt me too much. I'm not as robust as Caleb is," Andrew said.
That permission sent Craig into overdrive, if that was even possible. He growled as he crawled onto the bed, keeping his eyes pinned on Andrew, making sure he knew who was in charge. Andrew lay down obediently as Craig leant over him. The utter tension in the room was stifling. Craig pinned his shoulders into the bed, using his body to hold him still, refusing to let him overpower him, even though that was unlikely. He leant down and nibbled on Andrew's ear, trying to resist the urge to actually hurt him. Craig wasn't that sadistic, or at least, he didn't think he was, but then again, he'd had more than his fair share of mistreatment at the hands of humans, and now, with a human at his mercy, anything could happen. The dark tortured creature within was always begging to be let out.
"Don't you dare fight me, Andrew. I'm strong enough to kill you," Craig whispered harshly.
"I wasn't going to fight you, Craig," Andrew said, well aware that he couldn't really do much anyway.
"Just do what I say and you won't get hurt," Craig said, sucking on his neck hard.
"This is just going to be sex, right?" Andrew said, suddenly not so sure he wanted to be there.
"Well, just having you tied up here won't do anything to get rid of my lust, therefore I need to fuck you," Craig said.
"And how long is this going to last exactly?" Andrew said.
"Until it's over. Now shut up and let me restrain you. You're mine until I release you," Craig said, grabbing Andrew's wrists as he sat up, straddling his hips to keep him down still.
Andrew watched in silence as Craig secured the manacles and the collar on him, filled with nervous anticipation. He'd never seen Craig so… predatory before. It was the glint in his eyes that made him compliant. Craig was clearly determined to get his way, no matter what. It seemed easier to just go along with things. Once secured, Craig pulled him up into a bruising kiss.
"Touch the fucking wings and I'll fucking kill you, bitch," Craig added before kissing him again.
Andrew didn't doubt him. Craig was rather protective of his wings.
Breaking the kiss, Craig lay him down on his back again and attacked his jeans, desperate to fuck him. Finally naked, Craig wasted little time in preparation before he couldn't hold back any longer, wrapping Andrew's legs around his waist as he thrust into him. Andrew could do nothing but lie back and take it as Craig pressed him into the bed again.
Craig obsessed over his neck, licking and sucking the skin, nipping at his ear lobe, drawn to the heat of the blood pouring through his jugular vein. He almost regretted collaring him, since it restricted his access to his neck. Craig bit his neck hard, trying not to pierce skin and kill him, trying to relieve his anger by making Andrew hurt. Andrew could hear him growling harshly in his ear. It seemed to be the only way Craig could communicate now. Words were useless. Growling, snarling, hissing and grunting seemed to make so much more sense.
Craig was fuelled by desperation, digging his fingers into Andrew's shoulders hard. He was beginning to lose control. He was finally dealing with his lust. Nothing else mattered. His wings beating behind him add power to his thrusting, leaving Andrew squirming beneath him, his hands pushing against his chest.
It didn't take Craig long to come considering how worked up he was. Andrew soon realised just how long this would take. Craig was nowhere near done with him yet. It was going to be a long night. Craig pulled him into heated kisses every now and then, emerging from his lust-induced trance long enough to make sure Andrew got something out of it.
Andrew was exhausted by the time dawn came. Craig had been rather physical with him, and he was sure he had bruises and bite marks all over him. He'd finally convinced Craig to let him rest and get him something to eat, so Craig had left him for the moment to get food. The room was peaceful. Andrew was still in chains, but he didn't care. He lay back, staring at the ceiling, wincing at his aching body. He knew he was probably covered in bruises, and Chris would be horrified when he saw them, but what could he do? He'd have to find a way to convince Chris not to kill Craig because of it.
Craig soon returned, clambering onto the bed as he tried not to drop what he was carrying. He settled beside Andrew, placing the food next to him.
"You alright?" Craig asked, seeing him lying there almost motionless.
"Yeah, I'll be alright. Just tired. Fuck, you should've warned me you wanted to fuck rough. I'd have gotten Chris to take my place," Andrew said, sitting up.
"Yeah, but I ran into you instead. All I was after was someone to fuck. Want some food?" Craig said, offering the plate to him.
"You brought meat?" Andrew said, amused but grateful nonetheless.
"Only thing I could get hold of this early in the morning. Sorry about that. I didn't hurt you too badly, did I?" Craig said.
"You forgot you weren't fucking Caleb, didn't you? I did warn you about that," Andrew said.
"I'm sorry. I'm just - I get so caught up in it all that I forget what's going on around me. It's a 'must satiate lust before brain explodes' type of thing. Once the sex starts, all I care about is getting off. Oh, want me to unchain you? Sorry, I should've asked first," Craig said, setting the meat down as he got up to retrieve the keys.
"No, no, it's alright, you don't have to," Andrew said.
"Here. Sorry about having to restrain you. They didn't hurt you, did they? Maybe I should get softer ones," Craig said, sliding back onto the bed to remove the manacles and the collar.
"They hurt a little, but it's not that bad. Thanks," Andrew said, rubbing his neck.
"Get under the covers, you must be freezing," Craig said, moving the plate of meat so he could lift up the covers.
"You're suddenly Mr Considerate, aren't you?" Andrew said as he slid beneath them, wanting to be warm.
"It's the least I can do for what I just put you through," Craig said, snuggling in beside him, setting the plate between them.
"Don't worry about it. I'll live. But you owe me for this," Andrew said, picking at the meat.
"I know. And I'm sorry about the insults before. I didn't mean them. I just… I got stuck in my head, and I'd fought with Julian too, and I had no right to take that out on you," Craig said.
"Don't worry about it. We all need some form of stress relief," Andrew said. "What did you mean when you said you'd already been destroyed?"
"I'd rather not discuss it. It's not something I talk about," Craig said, evasively.
"What did they do to you?" Andrew pressed, for no other reason than the phrase had been nagging at him all night.
"It's none of your business," Craig said.
"Why do you hate humans?" Andrew said.
"You know full well why I hate humans. I've hated them as long as I can remember. It's inexcusable what they did to my ancestors. I won't stand for it any longer. That's why I fight," Craig said.
"Where did you get that scar on your arm?" Andrew said, noticing the long scar cutting across his left arm.
"Battle wound, that's all. Got cut by some cunt of a cop trying to escape one night," Craig said.
"I don't remember that. Since when do cops carry knives?" Andrew said, unsure why he was still pressing the matter when it was clear Craig didn't want to talk about whatever was bothering him.
"It was a while ago. Look, will you leave it already? I don't want to discuss it," Craig said, giving him an angry stare.
"Alright, alright. Sorry. I'll drop the subject. I've hit a nerve," Andrew said, settling back to eating.
"Thanks. They're just… things I'd rather not talk about. I've seen far too much violence in my life. I envy humans who have never had to go to war," Craig said, fighting the memories away.
Andrew looked up at him, watching Craig staring at nothing. "Even warriors are allowed to feel, you know. You are human, aren't you?" he said softly, choosing his words carefully.
"I hate what they've made me. The cruelty of humanity is unmatched on this planet," Craig whispered.
Andrew reached out and grabbed his hand, bringing it up to kiss it gently. Craig looked over at him and smiled, squeezing his hand tightly.
"This human doesn't hate you," Andrew replied.
"Yeah, well, you're the only one who doesn't," Craig said.
"What about Julian?" Andrew said.
"What about Julian? He thinks he knows how to lead us but he has no right to be leading this rebellion. He's not even winged, for fuck's sake! How the hell does he know what I've been through? How can he know what they do to you when you're arrested? How can he know any of our suffering? It's just not right. A fullwing should be leading us, not Julian! I stand behind Adam and Wil and Tim, not Julian. They know what it's like to be a fullwing in this country, something Julian will never understand," Craig said.
"He's halfwing. Didn't you know that? His mother was a political activist, a fullwing. She was arrested one night and he was made to watch her being tortured for information. He was 14. He watched them drag her body away. He was left alone in their house. That was when he decided to fight, just like her. He had to live up to her name. He couldn't allow her death to not be avenged. That's why he leads us," Andrew said quietly.
"Shit. I never knew that, no. How was I supposed to know he was halfwing? He blends in too easily as human. He will never know what it's like to be tortured, though, and for that I'm grateful. The cops don't torture humans," Craig said.
"What are you talking about?" Andrew said.
"Winged humans and anyone with winged human blood, halfwings, are not legally considered humans of the species Homo sapiens, therefore the government can argue that we do not have any human rights and treat us accordingly. I don't have to tell you what that means for those arrested," Craig said.
"Those stories are true? I thought they were only rumours," Andrew said.
"They are real enough. You get frightened into remaining silent, and no one believes you for fear of being seen as a traitor. I would not curse these wings on anyone. They bring nothing but pain and suffering," Craig said, turning away from Andrew. He was beginning to get emotional. The memories churning around in his head were fighting not to be forgotten. Craig could feel the long-healed injuries beginning to ache again.
Andrew didn't speak immediately. "You were tortured, weren't you?" he said slowly, not sure if he'd drawn the right conclusion from his words.
"Only once, thank the Gods," Craig said.
"Do I even want to know what happened?" Andrew said, unsure if he wanted his question answered or not.
"I would rather not go through it again. Please, don't make me tell you," Craig said, and Andrew could see the tiniest spark of pain in his eyes.
"Only if you don't call me weak for not wanting to know. I've never been good at handling that sort of thing," Andrew said.
"Then I hope to God you are never tortured, because going through it is unimaginably worse," Craig said.
"I bet it is. I've been wondering why you're so jaded. I'm sorry if I've triggered anything bad. I didn't mean to upset you or anything," Andrew said, bringing his arm around Craig's shoulder.
"It's stupid, really. I've spent so many years with those memories. I want to remember because it reminds me why I fight, but remembering causes me pain still that makes me regret why I should even have to fight in the first place. I still don't know why they released me alive. It was at that moment that I swore to take down this Government. That's when I swore I'd destroy humanity even if it killed me. They should've killed me then instead of leaving me out here, filled with hatred. They have no idea what they've created," Craig said.
"Sometimes I wish you wouldn't let your hatred out so often. It hurts to see you so angry like that. Don't hate me because of what I am," Andrew said.
"I'm sorry. Sometimes I get so infuriated at how privileged you are because you're human. You don't realise how lucky you are. Everything is stacked against me. If I'm assaulted, I can't go to the cops and have the culprit arrested. I can't get any justice for the wrongs done to me because I'm outside the law. I'm not entitled to justice because of what I am. My kind are refused citizenship. We are cut off from society. It's not our fault we're seen as murdering dangerous beasts. That's how we're forced to live. We are forced to steal, kill and maim, just to survive. There is no escape. I wish you realised just how lucky you are. Hell, even halfwings can get citizenship if they have enough money. Fullwings have no chance at all. Even if I cut off my wings right now, my physique would give me away. There's absolutely no way I can ever be a citizen of the country I was born in, and that kills me more than anything. I will never be happy until I have my citizenship and this country has finally returned to its senses," Craig said.
"I'm sorry for what's been done to you. I would give you my citizenship right now if it meant you could get justice for what you've suffered. It kills me that they can do what they like to you, can deny your human rights, simply because of what you are," Andrew said, squeezing his hand again.
Craig didn't know how to respond to that. No one had ever offered him so much before. It was simply too great a gesture for him to comprehend. Andrew reached up and cupped his cheek, seeing him fighting back his tears. Andrew opened his arms to him as his resolve broke, resting his head against his shoulder.
"I'm a fucking mess, Andrew. I don't know if I can keep on fighting," Craig whispered, clutching onto him.
"Give up and they win. Just stay here with me. I'll look after you," Andrew said, running a hand through his hair.
"Don't leave me alone. I don't want to sleep alone," Craig said.
"Don't worry, I won't leave you now," Andrew said, holding him tightly.
The silence was broken by Chris bursting into the room, looking for Andrew. "Craig! What the-"
"Shh. Leave it, Chris. Now is not the time for this," Andrew said, glaring pointedly at Chris.
"Hey, is he alright?" Chris said, approaching the bed.
"No, he's not. Does he look alright?" Andrew said.
"What's he angsting about this time? Not missing Caleb, is he?" Chris said as he sat on the edge of the bed. "Hey, what happened to you? Did he beat you up or something?" Chris had noticed the bruises.
"No, nothing like that. He just needed me. I'll be alright. And what's wrong with him is far more than him simply missing Caleb. We've neglected him for far too long," Andrew said.
"I suppose you're not going to tell me what's wrong, are you?" Chris said.
"Now is not the right time. If he wants to tell you, that's his business," Andrew said.
"I don't so fuck off, Chris," Craig said.
"You'd better go. I might see you later," Andrew said.
"Alright then. So you won't be coming to the meeting at ten?" Chris said.
"I don't know. I don't think Craig's up for it. We'll see," Andrew said.
"Fair enough. See you round," Chris said as he got up and left, closing the door behind him.
"Don't make me go. I can't face them anymore," Craig whispered once they were alone.
"I won't force you to go if you don't want to. What should I tell Julian?" Andrew said.
"Whatever you like," Craig said.
Andrew held him tight, stroking his head softly as he listened to him cry. He wondered if Craig would ever be alright again.