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Dave’s breathing is heavy in the dim lighting of the safe room. Grit teeth and nearly white knuckles, gnarled nails digging deep into purple skin. His chest was rising and falling in the same pattern as the flickering yellow light was going on and off. It felt terrible, it felt like maybe he was dying, or maybe Jack just didn’t come to work today without warning Dave, and now Dave’s mind was spinning in circles, telling him that Jack wasn’t going to come back. Jack had left him behind without warning because he had become too strange, too clingy, too—
“Too obsessive,” Henry’s voice echoed through William’s head as he leaned down to meet him. William was knocked onto the floor, his spine aching from the feeling of the hard floor shooting up his back. He pushed himself back into the corner, Henry meeting each time he scooted himself back against the wall with a step to stay just as close until his head hit against it.
“I can’t leave you alone for five seconds without you acting like I’ve done you some terrible disservice,” Henry hissed, hot breath hitting William’s face. William whimpered, trying to get any sound to escape his throat other than that. He tried to argue, to beg Henry not to hurt him, but the only sounds that could escape his throat were those of a child. A confused child who doesn’t understand why he’s being insulted, left behind again. Henry’s hand shot out, grabbing onto the collar of William’s pin-striped purple shirt.
“Quit whining,” Henry pulled William up with enough force that the average man of his age should have pulled a muscle, close enough to him he was forced to stumble to his feet and stand so he had to look down at Henry. He cowered again, his back hitting the wall as he looked down on him. William always hated how much taller he was than Henry. “Explain yourself.”
“I don’t know,” William spoke, his voice small and hoarse. Tears were stinging his eyes, but he didn’t dare let them fall in front of Henry. “I don’t know. I don’t want you to leave. What if— what if you never come back?”
“What if I didn’t, William?” Henry asked, scoffing. “I would be fine, you know? I would walk away, make a new life for myself. You, on the other hand— you’d crumble. Without me, you’re nothing. That’s how it’s always been.”
William went quiet, taking a few breaths. He had stopped looking at Henry, just staring at the floor instead. He sighed, nodding quietly to himself. “That’s how it has always been. I-I just… I can’t live without you, is all.”
Henry took a moment, stepping back from William. He scoffed after looking the thin, tall man in front of him up and down. He was shaking like a leaf. One of the many issues with those little experiments Henry would do on him, sometimes speaking to William felt like talking to someone with the mental capacity of a young teenager. Constant crying, fits nearly hormonal in nature over things as small as Henry’s disapproval. At some point, to Henry, it had been endearing— it showed his dedication. However, when Henry had put years of his life into changing William’s brain, into making him into the perfect assistant, and it didn’t work… that was frustrating. When William continued to cry over every time he was scolded, when he broke down after seeing the corpse of another child. No matter how much of William’s brain was removed, even after Henry had gone as far as removing the man’s heart, he still was not good enough. He was still far too sensitive. After all this time, Henry knew that ultimately, William would need to be left behind.
Henry sighed, consciously making an effort to shift his body language to be slumped over and seeming upset. He never was, before William, a fan of using emotions to get what he wanted. He was always able to use logic and his own cunning to get himself out of sticky situations— like the time with the lion tamer. He was still pretty sure that William was convinced the innocent man he had pinned all his crimes onto was the real culprit. He had learned, however, that faking being upset had proven to be one of the most effective ways to get William to feel enough pity to make an effort to change.
“Wait, Henry,” William sat up as soon as he noticed a shift in Henry, going over to him. He raised his hand to put it on Henry’s shoulder. “I’m sorry— I’ll be better next time.”
“No, no, William. I should know better than to expect so much from someone like you. I was just… I was hoping I could trust you alone for a bit.” A heavy sigh escaped Henry as William touched him.
William looked down at Henry— his mind was spinning, it felt like someone had hit him over the head and he couldn’t think right. Henry was clearly upset. He looked sad— William hated it when he looked sad, when he disappointed him. He never wanted to disappoint Henry. He hated that when Henry was sad, there weren’t very many ways to fix it. Either he would leave again, or…
William couldn’t stand the thought of him leaving him again, even if only for a few hours. So, he wrapped his other arm around Henry, using the softest voice he could muster when it felt like his throat was about to close completely.
“I-I’m sorry, Henry,” he said, pushing himself against Henry’s back. His neck was too long to comfortably get it close enough to Henry to do anything, so instead he just looked down at him. It was awkward and inexperienced— it always was with William. After all, this was his only experience. “Is there any way I can make it up to you?”
Henry hummed. He had known from the second he felt Dave’s boney hips against him that the man was going to try and win his affection back. Dave was terrible at telling the difference between real affection and what any person who could see the pair would call rape, though. In Dave’s mind, any second Henry’s hands were on his body counted as affection. Any moment that wasn’t cruel words was something that made his heart beat a little faster.
“You know there is, Willy,” Henry responded, a warmness in his voice. Although he had no problem taking the other whenever he pleased— it wasn’t like William ever fought back or screamed too loud— it was a little more fun when William did something other than stare at the ceiling with tears streaming down his face. So, despite the nausea Henry felt showing someone like William affection, he turned to him and placed one of his hands on his hip.
William’s face covered in blush almost immediately. He looked at him, a nervous smile on his face as he allowed Henry to lead him to his bedroom and get him to sit down on the bed. Henry pushed him down, his hand pushing agains William’s throat. Although he was sure Dave didn’t need to breathe at all, he had noticed that he still did— a habit from when his body was still living, Henry assumed. William didn’t fight back against the motion, he never did, instead placing his hands on Henry’s wrist and looking up at him with those same pleading eyes. The same eyes that begged not to be hit, that begged to be kept around, looking up at Henry with such adoration that out of near impulse at the disgust he felt he brought his unused hand down against Williams face with a crack of skin meeting skin.
“It’s a good thing it’s nearly impossible to see where you bruise,” Henry had once said to William in passing.
William gasped when Henry let go of his throat, not getting even a moment to adjust before Henry started to push his hand against William’s crotch. Another sound left William, one of confusion that morphed into pleasure. Henry smiled at his reaction.
“You know, Willy,” Henry got close to William’s ear, one hand focused on getting his jeans off while the other rubbed his hardening cock through them. William shuddered at his voice so close, his breath against his ear. “Nobody else will ever do this for you.”
Henry started to slide off the other’s pants, just down to his ankles. He didn’t care for making William feel good— in all honesty, he just preferred to use the other for his pleasure and then leave him be. However, moments like this were always useful in ingraining into William’s brain what he already knew.
“Nobody else can make you feel like this. Nobody else knows your body like I do, knows every incision and every missing organ. I’m the only one who will ever give you even the time of day, let alone make you feel this good.” Henry had pulled William’s cock out of his underwear, going at a steady pace. One that was far too overwhelming for someone only half-hard, but he didn’t care to wait that long. William was nodding along, his hips meeting every one of Henry’s thrusts, a mumbled “Yes, sir,” after every statement.
“Even if you hired some cheap hooker,” Henry continued, “He’d never make you feel as good as me. He’d never make you feel complete, like I do. I ripped you apart and put myself in all those little spots you’re missing. I made you perfect, so you only fit right with me.”
“Yes sir,” Pre-cum was already beading at the top of William’s cock, dripping down the side of it and onto Henry’s hand. Henry didn’t stop speaking as he squeezed the other’s cock in his hand, making him gasp and dig his nails into Henry’s shoulders.
“If you ever left me, you’d be miserable. You’d try and find me in every person you tried to replace me with— and I wouldn’t be there. You’d never be able to find another person like me, not one that would tolerate a creature as worthless as you are.”
“I’m sorry, sir,” William’s voice shook, both from the tears forming in his eyes and the pleasure coursing through him every time Henry started to focus on his tip. “I’m sorry, I’m sorry.”
“There you go. You should be apologizing to me. You know how much work I put in to fix your mistakes? To clean up after you? I’d say I should’ve killed you years ago, but I tried that, and you were so desperate for my attention that you came crawling back.” Henry spat every word, hatred boiling over as he continued. He then took his hand off William, leaving the other shaking and gasping.
“No, no, please don’t stop.”
Henry smiled up at him. So desperate for more attention that he was willing to continue the onslaught of verbal abuse that Henry was sure to give him each time he received any sort of pleasure. He’d cross every wire between love and hate, pleasure and pure agony in William’s brain before he considered for a moment showing him genuine affection.
“I don’t think so, William. You still need to help me.”
“Sorry, sir,” William snapped up, quickly switching his position to start to strip Henry. He started by unbuttoning the collar of his shirt, wedging his face uncomfortably in the older man’s neck, his lips and teeth pressing against every inch of skin he possibly could touch. “Thank you for letting me do this, sir.”
Another button came undone, and William’s mouth moved with it. Covering every part of Henry, worshiping the older man like he had created him. In a way, William knew, he had. He had made him into the person he was now, into the perfect assistant for his projects. He owed his life to Henry, and he was sure to treat him that way, his teeth paying extra attention to every memorized spot that made Henry jolt between whispered praises. William’s cock ached between his legs, but he didn’t dare move to touch himself, all of his focus now on Henry. Another few buttons followed by the same ritual, until William was able to pull off Henry’s shirt entirely.
He only allowed himself a few seconds to stare at the man’s figure until he knew he would be scolded for taking too long, quickly moving to pull off his pants. Unlike William’s own, which were still around his knees along with his boxers, he was sure to pull them off in their entirety, rubbing at Henry’s legs on the way down. Finally, the only thing between Henry’s cock and William was a thin layer of fabric.
William couldn’t help himself but stare at the bulge in the other’s underwear, stumbling over his words as he tried to make out a way to ask permission.
“Cann— can I, please? Please, I want your cock, sir,” William stumbled over his words stupidly, his mind feeling entirely fuzzy as Henry nodded to give him the okay. William pulled off the final layer of the other’s clothing, putting the other’s cock in his mouth and looking up at him as his bangs fell over his eyes. He pushed himself as far down on Henry’s cock as he could take it, feeling the tip pressing against the back of his throat and still pushing further. He did everything he could think of not to gag— he always tried not to do that, at least not unless Henry started to be rough with him. Then it became too much to handle.
William leaned into Henry’s hand as he placed it against his head, starting to carefully move his head. He knew better than to accidentally scrape his teeth against Henry’s cock— he couldn’t sit right for nearly three days after he’d accidentally let one hit him one of the first times Henry had done this with him.
William snaked his hand down between his legs, starting to touch himself slowly as he took Henry’s cock. He tried not to rush, but also didn’t want to go too slow. It did kind of feel like no matter what he did to please Henry, he was never really satisfied until he was the one entirely in control of the two’s encounter. Until he was over William, making him beg for him to stop because it hurt so bad. Until William was trying not to throw up, or scream, or cry too loud because nobody could hear them or they’d get caught. Sure, sometimes Henry would just take William— maybe when he was asleep or just not in the mood to cooperate. Then he’d do as he please with a rushed hand between the other’s legs, barely preparing him enough for his cock to enter him smoothly. William would lay there and take it despite how it made his stomach twist with this feeling that something was wrong, but the lasting unsureness that made him never consider it for too long. If anything, William was in the wrong for not giving Henry what he wanted.
Henry sometimes compared their relationship to that of a husband and a wife, when he was feeling kind. William enjoyed when he did that, although his favorite comparison was surely that of son and father. Henry would talk about how in another life, William would stay home and he would cook and clean like any other wife. In another universe, they would be married.
William didn’t know too much about marriage, but from the things Henry told him, it would be his job as the doctor’s wife to please him. To do as he asks without question, to be quiet and perfect and happy. William liked to imagine this life between them as one untainted by the blood of the innocent children the two had ended together, but Henry would only laugh at him. Any universe where they were together was destined to end like this. It always was. That’s what made it so beautiful.
The tightened grip in William’s hair made him remember to focus on reality- then the feeling of the man’s cock pushing a little too far down his throat too fast. He gagged and shivered for a moment, before continuing what he had been doing previously. A more careful pace, this time sure not to get carried off into a fantasy land where instead of only being Henry’s assistant, he was something more. A fantasy where instead of degrading words, Henry might’ve loved William, and doing this together wasn’t just a way for him to relieve some stress.
William let out a whine as shallow thrusts began to push Henry’s cock further down his throat, and the hand in his hair pulled him to meet every thrust. William started to speed up the hand between his legs to match Henry’s as he moved rougher, starting to groan and mumble under his breath.
“There you go,” Henry muttered, breathing heavy as he pushed William’s head down. “Just take it. You be good for me now.”
“Mmhm,” was all the answer William could give, eagerly taking as much of the man’s cock as his throat would allow. He started to gag as Henry’s pace picked up past what he could match, making it too hard to breathe between every movement. He kept his hand moving at the equal pace to Henry’s, his own hips starting to match the pace, wishing it was his hand on his cock instead, imagining his calloused fingers and how they knew right where to focus as William was about to cum.
William gagged again, body starting to shake as drool pooled out of his mouth and onto the bed below them. He kept his hand moving, hoping that Henry was as close as he was. He knew better than to cum before he did, but knowing didn’t make it any less difficult to prevent it from happening.
“Mmpfh,” William couldn’t help himself, moaning against Henry’s cock as he listened to his hushed groans and almost silent praises. He felt Henry’s hips start to stutter and heard his breathing get shakier, not having a second to realize what was happening before the hand on the back of his head was used to push him the whole way back down onto his cock, his nose against his base. He continued thrusting weakly into his fist as he felt Henry’s cock twitch and cum start to paint the back of his throat, so focused on the sounds that were leaving the man he loved so much that he nearly forgot to swallow.
A sound like a yelp left William a moment after, his hips bucking involuntarily as listening to the other’s groans was enough to push him over that edge. Henry was nice enough to pull him off his cock, only to drag his head back and push his mouth open so he couldn’t quiet the noises that were escaping him. William shouted as he came, a shaking—
“Oh, God— Dad,” as his vision went blurry and he felt his body’s efforts to stay upright give out under his raising heart rate. He didn’t even realize what he had said until he squinted his eyes open a few moments after, and saw Henry giving him a look of anger. He froze up, barely even remembering what he could’ve done to anger Henry before he realized what he had said. He backed up a little on the bed, covering his mouth as he returned to that oh-so familiar cowering position. “Wait, Henry-“
Henry didn’t say a word, only standing up and picking up his clothing off the floor, putting them back on. He made a show of doing so, taking his time and making William watch.
“Wait— Don’t leave,” Hot tears stung William’s eyes, this time streaming down his face. The vulnerability of having just finished not allowing him the conscious to not start breaking down in front of Henry. He crawled towards him, his pants barely up enough to stay where he had pulled them to. “Henry, please don’t leave me,” his voice broke. Henry didn’t answer, only meeting him with a cold look. Henry had told William time and time again— he would never be his son. He could not compare to David, never in a thousand years would William ever be considered something even relatively close to the boy Henry had lost. He had told him not to call him his father, and not to think of himself in the light of his son.
Selfishly, Dave never listened. Selfishly, he still chose to go by Dave after Henry’s death, to stay attached to the man despite how much he knew he was hated. He knew he was disposable. He gasped for air once again, eyes barely focused on the light of the safe room until he heard the heavy wooden door start to creak open. Knocking him out of his fit temporarily, Dave raised his head to look across the room.
“Dave..? What the fuck are you doing in here?”
Oh.
“Sportsy!” Dave shouted, picking himself up off the dirtied concrete floor. “You sure took your sweet time gettin’ to work today.”