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The Glass House: Chapter Twenty Three
Title: 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: 3,880
Chapter: 23/32 [Previous]
Warnings: language, smut
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: You might recognise dregs of Aviary and/or Flight because they were originally stand-alone fics that got dragged into this. I like to think this version is much better.
Summary: The pretty ones finally trigger Andrew and his programming begins. Charles and Caleb are charged with a rescue.
Chapter Twenty Three
When Andrew saw them together, something awoke inside him. There they were, Chris and Craig, snuggled into each other as if they were lovers. Andrew didn't like it. It made him angry. Chris was supposed to love him, not Craig! Andrew stormed over to them, pulling them apart. The ill-logic of his thinking processes remained unquestioned and as far as he was aware, he was merely acting on impulse, driven by the voice in his head that made him to do what it wanted him to do.
"What are you doing? Why are you with him, that traitor? I thought you loved me, Chris!" Andrew was torn between hysteria and anger, unsure how to deal with this.
'Take them, dear child! It is time! It is time! Take them and be rewarded!' the voice said, whispering its encouragement.
"Andrew, please, it's nothing like that, you know that. I love you! I always have! Will you calm down? You're scaring me," Chris said as Andrew pulled their faces together.
"Shut up. You're coming with me. Both of you. This ends now, alright?" Andrew growled, grabbing Craig's collar so he had hold of them both. He looked between them, angry eyes scaring them into compliance.
Chris and Craig didn't have a chance to answer before they were dragged out of the building and over to a truck waiting by one of the houses. He threw them in the back, making sure to secure their wrists and gag them before cuffing them to the truck to prevent their escape. Andrew flung himself into the driver's seat and revved the engine, tearing off into the bush and away from the safe haven into the night.
Chris and Craig sat in the back of the truck, unable to move or escape or talk to each other, terrified of what fate might befall them once Andrew was done with them. He hadn't given them the impression this was going to be a happy little joyride into the bush. His eyes had shown an inner madness they weren't sure was of his own making. They weren't sure they wanted to cross it and get him any angrier than he already appeared to be.
Craig noted the boxes of supplies filling the back of the truck with him. He didn't want to think that this had all been premeditated. Andrew wasn't crazy. He wouldn't hurt them. He'd better not hurt them. He could see what looked like guns in one crate whose lid had come off slightly, although it was hard to see in the dim light.
Then he remembered what Andrew had told him earlier. Andrew knows how to torture. Andrew knows how to leave no marks. Andrew knows how to kill. Suddenly, their predicament seemed even more precarious. Maybe Andrew had been right. Maybe he is dangerous after all. I have to tell Chris. He needs to know what Andrew's capable of. Craig looked at Chris, scared out of his mind.
Charles had noticed first. He'd woken to find Andrew not in his arms like he was before. Not sure where he'd gone to, he got up to look for him. The building was mostly quiet, being night time. Most people were asleep. Charles happened to walk past Craig's room and noticed his bed was empty. Caleb was nowhere in sight, and Chris, who had taken to bunking with them too was also missing.
"This isn't unusual. They might just be elsewhere. Don't panic yet, Charles," he muttered to himself as he opened the door slightly to get a better look inside. Finding the room empty, he went to check Chris' room in case they were in there.
He bumped into Julian and Caleb before he got to Chris' room. Julian looked worried, as did Caleb.
"Where's Andrew? Have you seen Chris and Craig anywhere?" Julian said.
"Andrew appears to have gone, and there's no one in Craig's room. You don't think he could have-"
"Mate, anything's possible. None of them are scheduled on patrols tonight so they should be here. If he's been triggered-"
"I know, I know! Shit. We need to search the place, see if we can find them. Go ask the patrols if they've seen any trucks leaving the township recently. I'll go check the place for Chris and Craig," Charles said.
"Last I saw Chris and Craig, they were headed to the showers, but no one saw them arrive. I don't know where they got to," Caleb said.
"Alright, alright. Meet back in 15 minutes or so. We don't want them getting too much of a head start if they have gone," Julian said.
"Yeah, true. I hope they're just hanging around somewhere and Andrew hasn't nicked off with them," Charles said before running past Julian to go search the building.
Julian and Charles met back at the main building empty handed. Caleb soon joined them, getting more worried about his absent boyfriend.
"Truck seen heading east about half an hour ago. Seemed in a hurry. Couldn't see who was driving. I take it you didn't find them?" Julian said.
"No trace of them. No one's seen or heard from them. Fuck, Andrew, you dickhead," Charles said.
"We need to get after them, stop them before Andrew does something stupid. You want to get a patrol organised?" Julian said.
"No way. I'm going alone. It'll be less threatening if only I go than if we go tearing around together in a large group. Besides, he trusts me. I'll have the best chance of bringing them all back alive," Charles insisted.
"I'm going with you. Craig will need me," Caleb said, grabbing Charles' arm to stop him going.
"One person is undetectable. Two will bring trouble. Stay here, Caleb," Charles said.
"No. I'm going with you. If Andrew's taken them, and remember that Craig was once tortured, Craig's going to need me when we find them again. I'm not letting you leave with out me," Caleb said.
"Caleb has a point, Charles. He might be useful," Julian said.
Charles hesitated, but eventually agreed. "Alright. You can come. But let me handle Andrew, alright?"
"He's all yours. Just leave Craig to me," Caleb said.
"I don't care who deals with who. Just bring them all back unharmed. And stay in contact. Let me know how things are going," Julian said.
"Will do. I'll call in every hour if I can," Charles said.
With his permission granted, Charles and Caleb ran off to grab a few essentials like food, clothes and weapons before jumping into a truck of their own and tearing off into the night in search of Andrew.
Andrew drove into the night, not sure where he was going. He was on autopilot. The voice was guiding him, telling him where he had to go. He didn't stop, not until he reached the caves. They were hidden away, secluded, not easy to find. Parking the truck by the entrance of the cave, Andrew got out and separated Chris and Craig from the truck. He pulled them out and into the cave, dragging them along behind him forcefully as the voice told him where to go.
Andrew shut them into the small cage in the room and left them there to go and fish the supplies out of the back of the truck. The voice had told him exactly what to bring, weapons and food and such things, and he'd dutifully packed them into the back of the truck, readying it for when he was called.
Andrew carried all the crates into the cave, storing them where the voice told him to store them. The last boxes were to be placed in the dungeon, one of the torture chambers specifically made for this purpose. The crates of weapons were carefully and tenderly laid out on the bench, ready to be used.
The voice was finally satisfied once everything was packed away and set up properly. Andrew hid the truck away to avoid being detected. At last, Andrew was allowed a meal and a rest, the voice soothing and comforting him congratulating him on how well he'd performed his mission so far.
'You are a good child, a wonderful child, so obedient. You are allowed your first reward. Take the unwinged one, take him and make love to him. He will not remember it, we will make him forget, but you deserve your pleasure for what you have done so far. Go, take him, he is yours to play with forever,' the voice cooed.
Andrew woke from his light sleep, a surge of desire coursing through his body. "Chris," he murmured.
Andrew got up and walked back towards the cavern where Chris and Craig were being kept. Craig remained asleep as Andrew pulled Chris out and dragged him back to his bed, seating him down on the edge of the bed as he took his hands in his. Andrew looked up at him and carefully removed the gag. Chris didn't speak, even though he wanted to.
"Shh, this is the only moment we have together. Don't ruin it with petty small-talk. I want you, I love you, I'll explain later my reasons for doing this," Andrew said, pressing a finger against his lips as he spoke.
Chris swallowed, but complied, not wanting to get him angry. Andrew sensed his permission and leaned in close to him, hesitating a moment before kissing him gently, caressing his lips with his own, grabbing his head as he delved in deeper, tasting his lover like before, enjoying every sensation.
Chris whimpered as he gave in to Andrew's hands slowly peeling their clothes off. Andrew paused to untie Chris' hands, certain he wouldn't try and escape now. Free to touch him now, Chris began to enjoy himself as Andrew's bare skin brushed against his own, caressing his compliance as he worked him, making him do what he wanted.
Chris was pressed into the bed face down as Andrew pushed inside, moving slowly, gently, not wanting to rush. Chris couldn't remember ever being fucked like this before. Andrew fucked him until he had had his pleasure, finally letting himself come, jerking inside Chris hard. Chris whimpered, Andrew's lithe touch bringing him over the edge as well as he lingered inside Chris, loving the feeling of his tight arse around his cock.
"I love you, beautiful," Andrew whispered.
"I love you too, Andrew," Chris whispered back.
"Don't hate me for this. I'm not in control. The pretty ones have final say. I'm sorry," Andrew said, hands caressing Chris' warm body, reluctant to shut him back in his cage.
"What are you talking about?" Chris said.
"Shh, not supposed to tell. Our little secret," Andrew said.
"You said you'd explain-"
"Quiet now. One last fuck before I send you back to your canary," Andrew said, already hard again and looking for another orgasm to round off his evening.
Chris could do nothing but agree, falling for him again as he began moving, slowly thrusting in and out of him, filling his body with pleasure. Chris groaned, hating himself for giving into him. Andrew was pressing all the right buttons, knew exactly how to make Chris beg and cry for more, made him so totally horny that by the time he'd come again, he'd forgotten why he was even here.
Once Andrew had had his fill, Chris was ordered to dress. Andrew bound him up again and after making him drink some water with a substance in it that would make him forget the night's events, Andrew gagged him and took him back to the cage. He shoved him inside with Craig and left them there.
He returned to his room and curled up on his bed, hugging the blankets close around him, cherishing the faint smell of Chris left on them as he drifted off to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Chris. I really am. Please forgive me," Andrew whispered.
Back in their tiny cage, Craig had managed to remove his gag enough to speak. He needed to warn Chris about Andrew. Chris curled up against one wall of the cage, looking anxious and distressed.
"Chris. Lean against me. I might be able to get my wings around us as a blanket," Craig whispered.
Chris looked at him and shifted as best he could in the confined space. Soon, he was leaning against Craig's chest, Craig's wings half-curled around them both, staving off some of the cool air. Craig had managed to push Chris' gag down around his neck, leaving them free to whisper.
"Chris, Andrew told me not to tell anyone this, but given the situation, I think I need to break that promise. Just don't tell him I told you this, alright?" Craig whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Chris whispered back.
"Do you know Andrew's military record?"
"Andrew? In the military? You're joking, right?"
"He was an MP Interrogator for three years. Served 6 months in New Zealand."
"He was in New Zealand? I didn't know the MPs were sent there."
"No, you're not getting what I'm trying to say. Andrew knows how to torture. It's what he learnt as an interrogator, and apparently, he was bloody good at it too. Do you see why I'm scared right now?"
Chris turned to look at Craig. He let the words sink in. "Jesus."
"He knows how to torture without leaving marks. He knows how to kill. He nearly lost control in New Zealand. That's why he left. I've been tortured once before. I'm not sure I could survive it again, not at his hands."
"We need to get the fuck out of here."
"We can't. We're trapped. And we can't just leave Andrew here. He might hurt himself."
"He might hurt us. He probably will. Why should we save him?"
"Because he's Andrew, you dickbrain! He loves you. He fucking loves you. Don't you think for a minute of abandoning him. I won't let you. We just need to get out of here alive."
"Easier said than done, seeing as though we're tied up and trapped in a cage."
"Yeah, well, at least we're alive." Craig sighed and leant his head back against the bars. "Christ, this is a fucking mess. What if he does snap and he hurts us? What then?"
"He hurts us. We don't exactly have any power here."
"Do you think we can reason with him? I mean, it is still Andrew we're talking about."
"I don't know. I really don't know."
Chris shifted and curled up against Craig, still trying to digest what he'd just learnt, that the man he loved was a torturer. Craig wrapped his wings around them and tried to keep them both warm.
"You're shivering, Craig. Are you alright?" Chris lifted his head to look at him.
"I-I don't want him to hurt me. I feel like I've been arrested again. The soldiers are going to come and torture me, but it won't be them, it'll be Andrew, and his eyes will be filled with loving madness and he'll be the one who kills me."
"He won't do that. He can't. He'll come to his senses and let us go."
"The pain was maddening. I told them anything they wanted to hear. Whatever I said, they still hurt me. They still raped me. They still broke me completely."
Craig's voice was barely audible now. Chris winced. He wished his hands were free so he could hold him and stop him shivering.
"I'm sorry. I wish I'd cared more when you came back. I hope you can forgive me," Chris whispered.
"It's okay, Chris. I'll be alright. My fault for being a stubborn bastard and not telling anyone," Craig whispered.
"No it isn't. None of what you suffered was your fault. No one deserves torture."
"Thanks, mate. Reckon we should try and sleep?"
"Might be wise. I am feeling rather drowsy." Chris yawned as if to emphasise his point. He shifted yet again and curled up against Craig. "Sorry, I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?"
"Hmm? Oh, nah, you're fine. I'm used to sleeping in strange positions. And no, that has nothing to do with Caleb, before you decide to tease me."
"Oh? So you only sleep in strange positions with other guys? I didn't know you and Caleb had such a boring sex life." Chris couldn't help himself.
Craig bats him with his wings and bites at his hair, unable to lash out at him any other way. Chris yelps before he realises what he's done and suddenly, they panic and hope they haven't aroused Andrew's attention. They freeze and listen for any sign of trouble.
After several minutes passed without Andrew coming in to see them, Craig decided Andrew probably hadn't heard them. Curled up together, Craig wrapped them in his wings as they closed their eyes and tried to sleep.
Charles drove into the night, Caleb by his side, searching for any trace of Andrew's truck. By process of elimination, they'd worked out the truck's rego, so they'd know which truck it was when they found it. They drove for three hours before finally stopping, having found no trace of the truck as they searched the roads, petrol stations, and anywhere else they could think of to look. Charles pulled over to the side of the road where there was a bit of bushland and hid the truck from view. Charles and Caleb got their camp beds set up in the back of the truck and curled up to sleep after a quick dinner. They would continue their search in the morning.
"You'd better be alright, Andrew. I won't forgive myself if they've hurt you," Charles murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
"If he's hurt Craig, I'm gonna smack him one. Just you try and stop me," Caleb murmured.
"I wouldn't dare. I've seen the marks you leave on Craig."
"Damn straight."
"I've heard you're very good at what you do."
Caleb rolled over to look at him. "You wanna fuck? Just ask, man."
"Make it hard and rough?" Charles begged.
"Well, get your arse out then. Come on, hurry up before we get caught."
Caleb was ready before Charles was. Charles insisted on nakedness. Caleb pulled one of Charles' arms behind his back as he thrust into him, dealing with him as if he was just another client. Charles squealed happily. Caleb's strength had increased since he first arrived, and this helped when it came to rough sex. He could fuck harder now, and Charles could tell. He was walking a fine line between pleasure and pain.
Caleb soon rolled them both over onto their sides, lifting Charles' leg up as he thrust inside him. Charles squirmed as Caleb held him. Charles hadn't been fucked that way before, and indeed, Caleb was hitting him harder than he'd anticipated. Caleb pumping his dick while he thrust was also rather erotic. But then they weren't fucking for any other reason than releasing tension. It didn't have to be sensual or erotic or anything like that.
Caleb glanced up at the truck door and saw a soldier looking in at them silently. Caleb winked at him and finished Charles off. Charles lay there exhausted before he crawled into his clothes and into bed. Caleb sat up, catching his breath.
"Hey, I'm gonna go take a piss, okay?" Caleb said, pulling his pants and shoes on.
"Mkay," Charles replied before quickly drifting off to sleep.
Caleb left the truck to find two soldiers waiting for them. Caleb shut the door softly and approached them. "Keep it down, okay? I don't want to wake him."
"What might you two be doing out here with an Army truck?" the spying soldier said. His jacket pronounced his name to be Tyler.
"That depends on how much you care. What'll it cost me for you to pretend you've never seen us?" Caleb said.
"Once a slut, always a slut. You know how this system works," Tyler said.
"And are we both interested?" Caleb said.
"Yeah, sure we are," Tyler said. "Aren't we, mate?"
"Yeah, sure. I bet you're a good fuck," Tyler's mate said.
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be alive now if I wasn't," Caleb said. "Where?"
"Back of the truck. You get naked and we screw your brains out. Then we let you go and forget we ever saw you. Deal?" Tyler said.
"Throw in a handgun and you've got a deal," Caleb said.
"Yeah, alright. We got a spare floating around. Come on then," Tyler said, gesturing to their truck.
Caleb followed them into the truck and stripped for them, lying down on the mattress in the back which the two men clearly slept on. Caleb praised his luck in finding two soldiers who weren't interested in beating the living shit out of him. Caleb lay there as they fucked him, working off their own lonely lust. Clearly, they thought it inappropriate to fuck each other and did what a lot of soldiers did and looked for prostitutes instead. Well, Caleb had better do his job properly then.
Caleb left them soon enough with his shiny new handgun after he'd shot them both dead, not trusting them enough not to tell. He'd raided their truck for anything of value and clambered back into the truck, waking Charles at last.
"That was a long piss. What were those shots?" Charles said as he watched Caleb clamber into the driver's seat.
"Couple of soldiers wanted payment to stay silent, but I didn't trust them, so I shot them. Let's get out of here before they're discovered," Caleb said, revving the engine.
"Shit. You little terror. That was good thinking. Grab anything of value?" Charles said, sitting up as he joined Caleb in the front.
"Food, weapons, maps, oh, and their radio. We'll be able to keep an ear on their progress," Caleb said, patting the loot on the seat beside him.
"I think I'd have been dead if I'd been alone. Boy am I glad you're here," Charles said.
"Oh, it was nothing. I've dealt with idiots like them before. Sometimes, you just can't trust them to keep quiet so they get a bullet in the brain. Their loss for being morons," Caleb said as they drove along.
"So where to now?" Charles said.
"Figured we'd keep going through to the next town. Gives us more space between them. Then we can find a motel in the morning and plan our route from there," Caleb said.
"Are you sure you never went through cadet training?" Charles said.
"Absolutely. What I know I picked up from others and my father before I was sold," Caleb said.
"You'd pass with flying colours if you did," Charles said.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Now, keep an ear on that radio while we go. If anything comes up, let me know," Caleb said.
"Will do," Charles said, grabbing the radio. Somehow, he'd become second to Caleb, and Charles was surprised to discover that his mind didn't much care. He sighed and dutifully listened to the radio for any sign of trouble as he gazed absently out the window as they travelled through the night.
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: 3,880
Chapter: 23/32 [Previous]
Warnings: language, smut
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: You might recognise dregs of Aviary and/or Flight because they were originally stand-alone fics that got dragged into this. I like to think this version is much better.
Summary: The pretty ones finally trigger Andrew and his programming begins. Charles and Caleb are charged with a rescue.
Chapter Twenty Three
When Andrew saw them together, something awoke inside him. There they were, Chris and Craig, snuggled into each other as if they were lovers. Andrew didn't like it. It made him angry. Chris was supposed to love him, not Craig! Andrew stormed over to them, pulling them apart. The ill-logic of his thinking processes remained unquestioned and as far as he was aware, he was merely acting on impulse, driven by the voice in his head that made him to do what it wanted him to do.
"What are you doing? Why are you with him, that traitor? I thought you loved me, Chris!" Andrew was torn between hysteria and anger, unsure how to deal with this.
'Take them, dear child! It is time! It is time! Take them and be rewarded!' the voice said, whispering its encouragement.
"Andrew, please, it's nothing like that, you know that. I love you! I always have! Will you calm down? You're scaring me," Chris said as Andrew pulled their faces together.
"Shut up. You're coming with me. Both of you. This ends now, alright?" Andrew growled, grabbing Craig's collar so he had hold of them both. He looked between them, angry eyes scaring them into compliance.
Chris and Craig didn't have a chance to answer before they were dragged out of the building and over to a truck waiting by one of the houses. He threw them in the back, making sure to secure their wrists and gag them before cuffing them to the truck to prevent their escape. Andrew flung himself into the driver's seat and revved the engine, tearing off into the bush and away from the safe haven into the night.
Chris and Craig sat in the back of the truck, unable to move or escape or talk to each other, terrified of what fate might befall them once Andrew was done with them. He hadn't given them the impression this was going to be a happy little joyride into the bush. His eyes had shown an inner madness they weren't sure was of his own making. They weren't sure they wanted to cross it and get him any angrier than he already appeared to be.
Craig noted the boxes of supplies filling the back of the truck with him. He didn't want to think that this had all been premeditated. Andrew wasn't crazy. He wouldn't hurt them. He'd better not hurt them. He could see what looked like guns in one crate whose lid had come off slightly, although it was hard to see in the dim light.
Then he remembered what Andrew had told him earlier. Andrew knows how to torture. Andrew knows how to leave no marks. Andrew knows how to kill. Suddenly, their predicament seemed even more precarious. Maybe Andrew had been right. Maybe he is dangerous after all. I have to tell Chris. He needs to know what Andrew's capable of. Craig looked at Chris, scared out of his mind.
Charles had noticed first. He'd woken to find Andrew not in his arms like he was before. Not sure where he'd gone to, he got up to look for him. The building was mostly quiet, being night time. Most people were asleep. Charles happened to walk past Craig's room and noticed his bed was empty. Caleb was nowhere in sight, and Chris, who had taken to bunking with them too was also missing.
"This isn't unusual. They might just be elsewhere. Don't panic yet, Charles," he muttered to himself as he opened the door slightly to get a better look inside. Finding the room empty, he went to check Chris' room in case they were in there.
He bumped into Julian and Caleb before he got to Chris' room. Julian looked worried, as did Caleb.
"Where's Andrew? Have you seen Chris and Craig anywhere?" Julian said.
"Andrew appears to have gone, and there's no one in Craig's room. You don't think he could have-"
"Mate, anything's possible. None of them are scheduled on patrols tonight so they should be here. If he's been triggered-"
"I know, I know! Shit. We need to search the place, see if we can find them. Go ask the patrols if they've seen any trucks leaving the township recently. I'll go check the place for Chris and Craig," Charles said.
"Last I saw Chris and Craig, they were headed to the showers, but no one saw them arrive. I don't know where they got to," Caleb said.
"Alright, alright. Meet back in 15 minutes or so. We don't want them getting too much of a head start if they have gone," Julian said.
"Yeah, true. I hope they're just hanging around somewhere and Andrew hasn't nicked off with them," Charles said before running past Julian to go search the building.
Julian and Charles met back at the main building empty handed. Caleb soon joined them, getting more worried about his absent boyfriend.
"Truck seen heading east about half an hour ago. Seemed in a hurry. Couldn't see who was driving. I take it you didn't find them?" Julian said.
"No trace of them. No one's seen or heard from them. Fuck, Andrew, you dickhead," Charles said.
"We need to get after them, stop them before Andrew does something stupid. You want to get a patrol organised?" Julian said.
"No way. I'm going alone. It'll be less threatening if only I go than if we go tearing around together in a large group. Besides, he trusts me. I'll have the best chance of bringing them all back alive," Charles insisted.
"I'm going with you. Craig will need me," Caleb said, grabbing Charles' arm to stop him going.
"One person is undetectable. Two will bring trouble. Stay here, Caleb," Charles said.
"No. I'm going with you. If Andrew's taken them, and remember that Craig was once tortured, Craig's going to need me when we find them again. I'm not letting you leave with out me," Caleb said.
"Caleb has a point, Charles. He might be useful," Julian said.
Charles hesitated, but eventually agreed. "Alright. You can come. But let me handle Andrew, alright?"
"He's all yours. Just leave Craig to me," Caleb said.
"I don't care who deals with who. Just bring them all back unharmed. And stay in contact. Let me know how things are going," Julian said.
"Will do. I'll call in every hour if I can," Charles said.
With his permission granted, Charles and Caleb ran off to grab a few essentials like food, clothes and weapons before jumping into a truck of their own and tearing off into the night in search of Andrew.
Andrew drove into the night, not sure where he was going. He was on autopilot. The voice was guiding him, telling him where he had to go. He didn't stop, not until he reached the caves. They were hidden away, secluded, not easy to find. Parking the truck by the entrance of the cave, Andrew got out and separated Chris and Craig from the truck. He pulled them out and into the cave, dragging them along behind him forcefully as the voice told him where to go.
Andrew shut them into the small cage in the room and left them there to go and fish the supplies out of the back of the truck. The voice had told him exactly what to bring, weapons and food and such things, and he'd dutifully packed them into the back of the truck, readying it for when he was called.
Andrew carried all the crates into the cave, storing them where the voice told him to store them. The last boxes were to be placed in the dungeon, one of the torture chambers specifically made for this purpose. The crates of weapons were carefully and tenderly laid out on the bench, ready to be used.
The voice was finally satisfied once everything was packed away and set up properly. Andrew hid the truck away to avoid being detected. At last, Andrew was allowed a meal and a rest, the voice soothing and comforting him congratulating him on how well he'd performed his mission so far.
'You are a good child, a wonderful child, so obedient. You are allowed your first reward. Take the unwinged one, take him and make love to him. He will not remember it, we will make him forget, but you deserve your pleasure for what you have done so far. Go, take him, he is yours to play with forever,' the voice cooed.
Andrew woke from his light sleep, a surge of desire coursing through his body. "Chris," he murmured.
Andrew got up and walked back towards the cavern where Chris and Craig were being kept. Craig remained asleep as Andrew pulled Chris out and dragged him back to his bed, seating him down on the edge of the bed as he took his hands in his. Andrew looked up at him and carefully removed the gag. Chris didn't speak, even though he wanted to.
"Shh, this is the only moment we have together. Don't ruin it with petty small-talk. I want you, I love you, I'll explain later my reasons for doing this," Andrew said, pressing a finger against his lips as he spoke.
Chris swallowed, but complied, not wanting to get him angry. Andrew sensed his permission and leaned in close to him, hesitating a moment before kissing him gently, caressing his lips with his own, grabbing his head as he delved in deeper, tasting his lover like before, enjoying every sensation.
Chris whimpered as he gave in to Andrew's hands slowly peeling their clothes off. Andrew paused to untie Chris' hands, certain he wouldn't try and escape now. Free to touch him now, Chris began to enjoy himself as Andrew's bare skin brushed against his own, caressing his compliance as he worked him, making him do what he wanted.
Chris was pressed into the bed face down as Andrew pushed inside, moving slowly, gently, not wanting to rush. Chris couldn't remember ever being fucked like this before. Andrew fucked him until he had had his pleasure, finally letting himself come, jerking inside Chris hard. Chris whimpered, Andrew's lithe touch bringing him over the edge as well as he lingered inside Chris, loving the feeling of his tight arse around his cock.
"I love you, beautiful," Andrew whispered.
"I love you too, Andrew," Chris whispered back.
"Don't hate me for this. I'm not in control. The pretty ones have final say. I'm sorry," Andrew said, hands caressing Chris' warm body, reluctant to shut him back in his cage.
"What are you talking about?" Chris said.
"Shh, not supposed to tell. Our little secret," Andrew said.
"You said you'd explain-"
"Quiet now. One last fuck before I send you back to your canary," Andrew said, already hard again and looking for another orgasm to round off his evening.
Chris could do nothing but agree, falling for him again as he began moving, slowly thrusting in and out of him, filling his body with pleasure. Chris groaned, hating himself for giving into him. Andrew was pressing all the right buttons, knew exactly how to make Chris beg and cry for more, made him so totally horny that by the time he'd come again, he'd forgotten why he was even here.
Once Andrew had had his fill, Chris was ordered to dress. Andrew bound him up again and after making him drink some water with a substance in it that would make him forget the night's events, Andrew gagged him and took him back to the cage. He shoved him inside with Craig and left them there.
He returned to his room and curled up on his bed, hugging the blankets close around him, cherishing the faint smell of Chris left on them as he drifted off to sleep.
"I'm sorry, Chris. I really am. Please forgive me," Andrew whispered.
Back in their tiny cage, Craig had managed to remove his gag enough to speak. He needed to warn Chris about Andrew. Chris curled up against one wall of the cage, looking anxious and distressed.
"Chris. Lean against me. I might be able to get my wings around us as a blanket," Craig whispered.
Chris looked at him and shifted as best he could in the confined space. Soon, he was leaning against Craig's chest, Craig's wings half-curled around them both, staving off some of the cool air. Craig had managed to push Chris' gag down around his neck, leaving them free to whisper.
"Chris, Andrew told me not to tell anyone this, but given the situation, I think I need to break that promise. Just don't tell him I told you this, alright?" Craig whispered.
"What are you talking about?" Chris whispered back.
"Do you know Andrew's military record?"
"Andrew? In the military? You're joking, right?"
"He was an MP Interrogator for three years. Served 6 months in New Zealand."
"He was in New Zealand? I didn't know the MPs were sent there."
"No, you're not getting what I'm trying to say. Andrew knows how to torture. It's what he learnt as an interrogator, and apparently, he was bloody good at it too. Do you see why I'm scared right now?"
Chris turned to look at Craig. He let the words sink in. "Jesus."
"He knows how to torture without leaving marks. He knows how to kill. He nearly lost control in New Zealand. That's why he left. I've been tortured once before. I'm not sure I could survive it again, not at his hands."
"We need to get the fuck out of here."
"We can't. We're trapped. And we can't just leave Andrew here. He might hurt himself."
"He might hurt us. He probably will. Why should we save him?"
"Because he's Andrew, you dickbrain! He loves you. He fucking loves you. Don't you think for a minute of abandoning him. I won't let you. We just need to get out of here alive."
"Easier said than done, seeing as though we're tied up and trapped in a cage."
"Yeah, well, at least we're alive." Craig sighed and leant his head back against the bars. "Christ, this is a fucking mess. What if he does snap and he hurts us? What then?"
"He hurts us. We don't exactly have any power here."
"Do you think we can reason with him? I mean, it is still Andrew we're talking about."
"I don't know. I really don't know."
Chris shifted and curled up against Craig, still trying to digest what he'd just learnt, that the man he loved was a torturer. Craig wrapped his wings around them and tried to keep them both warm.
"You're shivering, Craig. Are you alright?" Chris lifted his head to look at him.
"I-I don't want him to hurt me. I feel like I've been arrested again. The soldiers are going to come and torture me, but it won't be them, it'll be Andrew, and his eyes will be filled with loving madness and he'll be the one who kills me."
"He won't do that. He can't. He'll come to his senses and let us go."
"The pain was maddening. I told them anything they wanted to hear. Whatever I said, they still hurt me. They still raped me. They still broke me completely."
Craig's voice was barely audible now. Chris winced. He wished his hands were free so he could hold him and stop him shivering.
"I'm sorry. I wish I'd cared more when you came back. I hope you can forgive me," Chris whispered.
"It's okay, Chris. I'll be alright. My fault for being a stubborn bastard and not telling anyone," Craig whispered.
"No it isn't. None of what you suffered was your fault. No one deserves torture."
"Thanks, mate. Reckon we should try and sleep?"
"Might be wise. I am feeling rather drowsy." Chris yawned as if to emphasise his point. He shifted yet again and curled up against Craig. "Sorry, I'm not making you uncomfortable, am I?"
"Hmm? Oh, nah, you're fine. I'm used to sleeping in strange positions. And no, that has nothing to do with Caleb, before you decide to tease me."
"Oh? So you only sleep in strange positions with other guys? I didn't know you and Caleb had such a boring sex life." Chris couldn't help himself.
Craig bats him with his wings and bites at his hair, unable to lash out at him any other way. Chris yelps before he realises what he's done and suddenly, they panic and hope they haven't aroused Andrew's attention. They freeze and listen for any sign of trouble.
After several minutes passed without Andrew coming in to see them, Craig decided Andrew probably hadn't heard them. Curled up together, Craig wrapped them in his wings as they closed their eyes and tried to sleep.
Charles drove into the night, Caleb by his side, searching for any trace of Andrew's truck. By process of elimination, they'd worked out the truck's rego, so they'd know which truck it was when they found it. They drove for three hours before finally stopping, having found no trace of the truck as they searched the roads, petrol stations, and anywhere else they could think of to look. Charles pulled over to the side of the road where there was a bit of bushland and hid the truck from view. Charles and Caleb got their camp beds set up in the back of the truck and curled up to sleep after a quick dinner. They would continue their search in the morning.
"You'd better be alright, Andrew. I won't forgive myself if they've hurt you," Charles murmured as he drifted off to sleep.
"If he's hurt Craig, I'm gonna smack him one. Just you try and stop me," Caleb murmured.
"I wouldn't dare. I've seen the marks you leave on Craig."
"Damn straight."
"I've heard you're very good at what you do."
Caleb rolled over to look at him. "You wanna fuck? Just ask, man."
"Make it hard and rough?" Charles begged.
"Well, get your arse out then. Come on, hurry up before we get caught."
Caleb was ready before Charles was. Charles insisted on nakedness. Caleb pulled one of Charles' arms behind his back as he thrust into him, dealing with him as if he was just another client. Charles squealed happily. Caleb's strength had increased since he first arrived, and this helped when it came to rough sex. He could fuck harder now, and Charles could tell. He was walking a fine line between pleasure and pain.
Caleb soon rolled them both over onto their sides, lifting Charles' leg up as he thrust inside him. Charles squirmed as Caleb held him. Charles hadn't been fucked that way before, and indeed, Caleb was hitting him harder than he'd anticipated. Caleb pumping his dick while he thrust was also rather erotic. But then they weren't fucking for any other reason than releasing tension. It didn't have to be sensual or erotic or anything like that.
Caleb glanced up at the truck door and saw a soldier looking in at them silently. Caleb winked at him and finished Charles off. Charles lay there exhausted before he crawled into his clothes and into bed. Caleb sat up, catching his breath.
"Hey, I'm gonna go take a piss, okay?" Caleb said, pulling his pants and shoes on.
"Mkay," Charles replied before quickly drifting off to sleep.
Caleb left the truck to find two soldiers waiting for them. Caleb shut the door softly and approached them. "Keep it down, okay? I don't want to wake him."
"What might you two be doing out here with an Army truck?" the spying soldier said. His jacket pronounced his name to be Tyler.
"That depends on how much you care. What'll it cost me for you to pretend you've never seen us?" Caleb said.
"Once a slut, always a slut. You know how this system works," Tyler said.
"And are we both interested?" Caleb said.
"Yeah, sure we are," Tyler said. "Aren't we, mate?"
"Yeah, sure. I bet you're a good fuck," Tyler's mate said.
"Of course I am. I wouldn't be alive now if I wasn't," Caleb said. "Where?"
"Back of the truck. You get naked and we screw your brains out. Then we let you go and forget we ever saw you. Deal?" Tyler said.
"Throw in a handgun and you've got a deal," Caleb said.
"Yeah, alright. We got a spare floating around. Come on then," Tyler said, gesturing to their truck.
Caleb followed them into the truck and stripped for them, lying down on the mattress in the back which the two men clearly slept on. Caleb praised his luck in finding two soldiers who weren't interested in beating the living shit out of him. Caleb lay there as they fucked him, working off their own lonely lust. Clearly, they thought it inappropriate to fuck each other and did what a lot of soldiers did and looked for prostitutes instead. Well, Caleb had better do his job properly then.
Caleb left them soon enough with his shiny new handgun after he'd shot them both dead, not trusting them enough not to tell. He'd raided their truck for anything of value and clambered back into the truck, waking Charles at last.
"That was a long piss. What were those shots?" Charles said as he watched Caleb clamber into the driver's seat.
"Couple of soldiers wanted payment to stay silent, but I didn't trust them, so I shot them. Let's get out of here before they're discovered," Caleb said, revving the engine.
"Shit. You little terror. That was good thinking. Grab anything of value?" Charles said, sitting up as he joined Caleb in the front.
"Food, weapons, maps, oh, and their radio. We'll be able to keep an ear on their progress," Caleb said, patting the loot on the seat beside him.
"I think I'd have been dead if I'd been alone. Boy am I glad you're here," Charles said.
"Oh, it was nothing. I've dealt with idiots like them before. Sometimes, you just can't trust them to keep quiet so they get a bullet in the brain. Their loss for being morons," Caleb said as they drove along.
"So where to now?" Charles said.
"Figured we'd keep going through to the next town. Gives us more space between them. Then we can find a motel in the morning and plan our route from there," Caleb said.
"Are you sure you never went through cadet training?" Charles said.
"Absolutely. What I know I picked up from others and my father before I was sold," Caleb said.
"You'd pass with flying colours if you did," Charles said.
"I'll take that as a compliment. Now, keep an ear on that radio while we go. If anything comes up, let me know," Caleb said.
"Will do," Charles said, grabbing the radio. Somehow, he'd become second to Caleb, and Charles was surprised to discover that his mind didn't much care. He sighed and dutifully listened to the radio for any sign of trouble as he gazed absently out the window as they travelled through the night.