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*!* This chapter contains rape! *!*
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The closer the footsteps got, the harder it became for me to breath. It was almost the same feeling I got that day, the day I met Blake. Only this time the feeling was intensified by the sole fact that I have nothing to save me now. Nothing to hide behind. My mind went blank, dropping to my knees, the fatigue laced with the fear finally caught me. When the steps stopped mere inches behind me, I could hear breathing, ragged and heavy. When nothing happened I couldn't help but turn around, albeit hesitantly. I wished in that moment I could have just died, because Blake stood there glaring holes in me. Teeth gritted, brows knitted tightly together, sweating profusely, it was the same look from my first morning in Megaton only much more terrifying.
He knelt down directly between my legs, hands bracing himself, as he leaned over me. I began leaning back from my place on the concrete step, at the foot of the Vault door. I waited for the worst, closing my eyes tightly when Blake reached for me. When Blake only placed his hand on my cheek, brushed his thumb on the scar, my eyes shot open. I hesitated to look at Blake, afraid that if I did, he'd snap my neck or something worse. After what felt like an eternity, when I finally dared to look, the sight I saw made me tremble and shot a cold rod up my spine. Blake looked way too calm. There was something missing, something void in his eyes, black; like a bottomless pit. I couldn't look away; they had me locked.
Then he smiled, the smile was devilish, a soul consuming smile. His head cocked sideways, eyes narrow and his teeth; straight, white shiny teeth pressed together. To say it was unsettling, would be an understatement. He closed his lips and leaned closer to my face bringing them to my ears, "Did you really think you could just come back here and I wouldn't find you?" He whispered as though they were in a crowded room, with a voice so flat it made pristine new paper look wrinkled. I gulped loudly when the question was followed by Blake snaking his hand from the side of my face to my neck, his thumb now rubbing up and down the center of my throat.
"Ga-" The word is caught when Blake applied pressure with his thumb, the sensitive spot right above the center of my clavicles. I couldn't even swallow. The Lone Wanderer leans back displaying his anger on his face subtly. "Was what I've done for you not enough?" He spits the venomous words through clenched teeth.
Tears flowed like a break in a damn, I couldn't stop them, too scared to move to even wipe them away. In the fear filled moment my brain didn't know what to do but tell the truth and I shook my head. 'NO.' The anger in Blake intensified and he flung me away, the back of my head making contact with the cog shaped door. Bone against metal, only one solid wins that fight, and it gives way to stars in my vision. I knew there would be blood but that was a worry in afterthought. Right now the whole world was going dark. The tears subsided, my breathing calmed and my body relaxed into the welcome darkness.
The pounding in my head woke me up, the streaks of light across my face burning my swollen eyes. When the memories of recent events swam back, I opened my eyes and shot straight up from my lying position. "Easy, Gary, you got a pretty bad bump on the back of your head." The voice barely registered but caused me to reach up to touch the tender knot that formed on the back of my skull. My head was wrapped tightly and my eyes needed to adjust to the vertical position I was in, after sitting up so quickly, my vision faded in and out for a moment. When they drifted to the source of the voice I braced myself. Blake sat there, in the old office chair, one hand relaxed in his lap, the other bent at the elbow, with his chin resting on his scarred knuckles. He has a worried look a mile long.
"G-Garry?" I asked, reaching up once more to feel the bump, unsure of what was happening. Was what happened a dream? Is this a result of drinking too much at Gob's? I took another look around and my eyes caught the chain. I couldn't help but freak, throwing the blanket away and grabbing the old, thick linked, rusted chain. Followed the loops to my ankle at cuffs that have me trapped. Blake was resourceful, the missing shackle that belonged there replaced by a pair of handcuffs, one around me the other through the last loop of the chain. I turned my head in disbelief only to see the man was no longer worried but smiling, as if this were the greatest prank ever.
"All I want is to protect you, Gary." He sits forward, forearms on the top of his knees. "All I want is for you to be safe." He shifts to sit back once again, "Isn't that great? Gary? Isn't that better?" He separates the sentence from the name, putting emphasis on the name, as if it leaves a sour taste in his mouth when he says it.
The room goes silent for only a few minutes before Blake rubs a hand down his face and stands. His look becomes malicious, like he's ready to kill and I froze at the movement. The way he kept repeating the name, my name, sends chills up my spine. He steps closer and sits on the edge of the mattress, the metal springs whine under his weight. I didn't move an inch, only my eyes glanced over to the place Blake sits. There was a stutter in his breathing and a hand rose for my face again. Thumb rubbing that scar, still pinker than the skin surrounding it. The skin was closed but the wound was far from being healed completely.
When Blake used his hand to turn my face toward his own, I complied. I don't want to be hurt again and resisting would surely get me another scar. My eyes hesitate to follow but they do, the green eyes shone brightly this time. "I'll keep you safe, Gary. The world outside is no place for you, Gary."
'What's happening to you?' was what my eyes said, what came through the pained "Garryy?" It almost came out as a plead. 'Please, just let me go.' Was the begging part. My heart was aching, I wanted to get away. The feeling that something terrible was going to happen if I stayed circled the back of my mind like a heavy weight, landing on the lump on my skull. And more than that, I wanted him to stop saying my name. It was nothing but taunting and was like acid from his lips to my ears.
Blake inched forward and embraced me, the hug uncharacteristically gentle in this breath of a moment. He held the back of my head, careful of the knot, the other flat against my lower back. "Shhhhh, Gary, you'll be okay now." He whispered into my shoulder. When I failed to relax in his embrace he snapped again grabbing harshly at the bandage and hair around the bump. The action caused me to cry out in pain, my hands shooting up to claw and grab at Blake's wrist. "Whats your fuckin' problem, Gary?!" He hissed, and pulled my head back exposing my throat.
When the tears exploded from me, he let go. Catching his own breath to calm himself. He backed away, slowly holding his hands out but low, fingers stretched out, palms facing the floor.
Eyes closed as if he was trying to wake from a bad dream. Another steadying breath and he opened his eyes. "I don't like hurting you, Gary. Why do you make me do this to you?" He began to pace the floor when it seemed like he had a revelation and turned back to me. "I bet you're just tired, Gary." he nods to himself, "I'll let you rest, Gary, and come back with something for you to eat."
He heads for the door but looks back. "Oh, I almost forgot. I'll let you go any time, Gary. You just have to ask." The grin that accompanied those words was the most mocking smirk ever.
I was on the verge of a mental breakdown. 'All I have to do is ask?' My head felt like it was going to explode and I lay down, contemplating what was going to happen from now on. 'If I play along, I'll be fine. If I don't….' I shuddered at the thought. I didn't know what had happened to Blake, what was going to happen to myself. It was pure exhaustion that put me to sleep.
The plan of doing what I was told and agreeing with Blake was working. Blake became less hostile, even having the robot butler cut my hair. After the six months I'd been in the wastes, it's grown a little long and messy. Blake kept me fed, with plenty of water even going as far as releasing me long enough for monitored baths and bathroom breaks. Blake luckily never stayed around too long. Would stay long enough to give me the necessities, check the restraint and then leave. It left me with plenty of time to practice. Futile practice but practice nonetheless.
The days went by slowly, the only thing I could do was sleep, biding my time.
After days of routine, Blake up and changed it by coming in drunk every night. He'd swing in, look at me suspiciously and walk back out closing the door behind him. I was tired, tired of the facade. I didn't even try to speak anymore, not even my own cursed name. I slumped onto the mattress after Blake's recent entrance and exit, releasing a loud breath, partially in disgust. With myself, with Blake, with everything. I just wanted to go to sleep and never wake up.
I dozed in the dark room, eyes closed, body relaxing into sleep. Laying on my side, right on the edge of sleep when I felt the bed move behind me. I simply ignored it at first, leaving it to over-stimulated nerves and imagination. Then I felt the warm breath on the back of my neck and an arm snake around my waste. It caressed me and delved lower to my groin, the warm palm rubbed me through my jumpsuit. I became alert but didn't move a muscle. I didn't know what was happening but I brought my hand up slowly to bite on the knuckle of my finger.
Blake moved positions turning me from my side onto my back, to see me still biting my finger. He pulled my hand out of the way and replaced it with his mouth. Nipping and licking my lips, he growled when I tried to turn away. I hated this, I was scared but the fear of resisting him was stronger. He moved to place himself between my legs pulling them to rest on his hips and ground into me harshly, his fingers would no doubt leave bruises. The feeling pulled a betraying moan from me, my head began swimming. The look on Blake's face was primal, like a predator and in his mind, I was prey. Caught in his trap from the get go, a controlled, captive animal.
Blake wasn't even sure what he was doing but damned if he was going to stop. It felt so nice. Made the top of his spine itch in a certain way, like when you get something new and can't wait to tear open the package and play with it.
I gathered a small amount of courage and tried to struggle. I didn't know what Blake was doing to me but I didn't want to be a part of it. It felt strange, made my body react strangely. Using both hands I pushed at Blake's shoulders with all the strength I could muster, only to be back handed across the face. My vision spotted, the shocking gasp took my breath. I felt teeth rake across my throat and then bite into my neck, a shiver jolted up my spine and I squirmed anyway, ignoring the warning.
A firm hand pinned me to the mattress around my neck and I reached for it trying to get free, I didn't even notice Blake's other hand unzipping the front of my jumper. It was like time went into slow motion, even though everything was done swiftly and proficiently. I gasped for breath when the pressure on my throat was released, only to have the two separate pieces of leather gripped tightly and jerk me into a sitting position. Blake was pulling the shoulders down my arms and jerked one of them out of the sleeve.
"Blake!" I screamed in desperation. My voice was cracked from the gripping, cold clutches of fear. Blake froze, it took me a moment to realize what had just happened. My breathing had to calm down first and since needed to reassert itself. I licked my swollen lips and just stared at Blake, wide eyed in the dark, getting the same expression in return. Blake fell backwards onto his haunches in confusion. I sat back looking disheveled, clothing half ripped off, hair sticking out in directions it wasn't naturally supposed to go. It was like a propane tank near an open flame, Blake practically exploded. He lunged for me, continuing his assault on the jumper in his way. For every new area of my skin he exposed, he would suck and bite me hard. Every touch he placed on me, burned. I knew there would be bruises, probably already were. My skin burned, my eyes burned, stinging from the tears.
The display was animalistic, all teeth and short nails. Like playing with his kill before ending it's pitiful existence. When Blake pressed me into the mattress, using one hand to pin me down, I thought I'd die when he felt something enter me. I gasped, wide eyed, struggled from the burning pain that only exploded the further inside me they went. I grabbed at Blake's wrist in a pitiful attempt to get away, it was as if all my energy had disappeared. It was impossible to try to move, it was like trying to move with a car that sat on my chest, Blake didn't budge. The fingers worked inside, until my back arched, when a certain spot inside was pressed. Whatever he had touched, it sent a jolt of something unfamiliar through me. He wouldn't stop pressing against it and my body wouldn't stop reacting. The moan of betrayal escaped me again, hot white light flashed for only a moment. I jerked my head to the side, biting my knuckle again, shutting my eyes tightly allowing the feeling to flow over me.
~*~Blake's POV~*~
Blake was silent as the grave, just watching. His eyes pouring over the sight before him, observing every muscle as it shook from the strain of struggling for so long, then giving way to this new feeling, the feeling that only comes from the pleasure of pain. Gary was a sight to him, but at the same time he wasn't fazed by what he was doing to the clone, the pleading cries, it all fell on def ears.
It wasn't like Gary was a person anyway right? The original Gary was long dead and these impostors created for some stupid Vault-tec experiment. Regardless he kept going, he decided it was time to move to the next stage. Slowly he removed his fingers, feeling the body beneath him shudder and lined himself up with languid strokes.
He pressed in sharply but slowly, his cock much larger than his fingers, he enjoyed the feeling of Gary's tightness and enjoyed the sight of the younger's hands flinging to the sides of his head to grip the sheet sheets. Head bending backwards, mouth open, lower back arching up. He wanted to know how this felt to Gary. His actions were normal and becoming boring, the eyes were what he wanted. He wanted Gary to look at him, he knew Gary couldn't moan out how good it felt in words, so he would have to rely on his eyes. "Look. At. Me." He demanded, each word punctuated. Gary was stubborn and he kinda admired that but found it increasingly irritating. He reached to grab the younger's jaw tightly with his fingertips, forcing Gary to face him, the blue eyes shut tightly. Pulling his cock out just slightly, he slammed back in, "Look at me!" He repeated and demanded assertively.
Gary let out a strangled yelp and slowly opened his eyes. He expected to see those sharp green eyes trained on him, piercing through him to his soul but didn't expect the rather calm look he got. There was no anger, no pleasure, no remorse, there was nothing in those eyes. Through the sharp thrusts, it was hard to keep his eyes open, then it became harder when Blake moved the hand from the clone's jaw to his neck. The pressure from the grip concentrated to the sides, over the veins that fed blood to his head.
Gary was still able to breath, although not very well. The room began to get darker, ethereal lights flashed and when his eyes began to roll up, Blake let go. The rush of blood to his head felt like his head was being run under a faucet of warm water. He didn't even notice when he came, spilling over his pale stomach. "What a mess, here…"
Gary was still lightheaded when Blake wiped it off of his stomach and poked the finger in the other's mouth. "Like it?" The clone grimaced at the salty and thick liquid. Blake wasn't done with him yet, taking Gary by the legs and pushing his knees to his chest, his thighs flush with his abdomen, then splayed them apart to where his knees pointed to his armpits.
The harsh thrusts became deeper and at this point that spot was being slammed into with every re-entry. Every painful press in of Blake's cock, forced an exhale and with every exhale a moan, that the brunette couldn't stop. He was exhausted, all he wanted was to die. When he couldn't handle it anymore the clone's body relaxed, he became numb, his head fell to the side and he stared into the void space of the room.
Even this was a reaction Blake found curious. And he kept going until he finished. No noise, no reaction to his own orgasm, just felt the knot in his gut release and the nerves climb his spine. He spilled inside, felt the warm insides quivering around him from the added intrusive heat. The older held himself for a few moments, his now soft cock stayed inside Gary's warmth. He released his legs, letting them fall lax over his thighs and leaned over Gary to get a closer look.
The younger didn't even have the strength left to blink, his eyes were dead, no shine in them. He didn't even swallow, a line of drool caught what little light came through the walls. If breathing didn't come naturally Gary would have probably died. His skin was cold and clammy, pale, more-so than it normally was. Blake pulled out, neither of them reacting to it. Blake leaned down, kissed Gary on the temple and reached down, unlocking the cuff around his ankle.
He reached for Gary's face and thumbed the scar. With a sigh he stood, dressed in a pair of blue jeans, pulled on his socks and boots, threw an armless shirt on and then his jacket. He zipped it to the center of his chest and looked back to Gary who hadn't moved other than his breathing, then turned the light on. All the red marks, the bruises, bites and the sweat, he could now see clearly and he still remained unfazed. The only thing that moved on Gary was his pupils shrinking to adjust. He walked back to the bed, took the sheet and draped it over him, lent to place one last kiss and whispered "I have to leave…" In Gary's ear.
He sat up, looking in the same direction Gary was and spoke louder, "I don't know how long I'll be gone, so I'm letting you go." He rubbed his hand through his hair. "I don't know if I'll ever come back." He turned back to Gary, rubbing that scar one last time before standing and going to the door. One last look to the body on his bed. "If I survive, I will come find you." He flatly spoke the promise, flipped off the light and closed the door behind him.
~*~End POV~*~
When the door to the exit opened and closed I finally moved, bringing my hands to my face to hide the tears that welled and fell. I cried silently for an amount of time I didn't know and when I calmed, I sat up, every muscle screaming in protest. Running my hands up and down my arms, over my aching legs, then felt for the cuff. It was, indeed, open and laying at the bottom corner of the mattress. I needed to get out. To run again but my body just wouldn't allow it. When I tried to stand my legs gave way and dropped me back onto the bed. Sighing in defeat, I fell backwards and pulled the sheet over myself, too tired to pull myself fully onto the bed and passed out with my knees bent over the edge.
I woke with a start when the robot downstairs dropped something on the floor. Bolting upright and grabbing my head. If I knew the outside world would cause so many damn headaches, I would never have left. Light pierced the room through tiny holes allowing me to see. How long had I been asleep? I didn't know, but set determination forced me to move. My suit was still attached to one leg, my undergarments with it. Made since, couldn't get it all the way off with a cuff attached to one ankle. I pulled them on, as carefully as I could, everything hurt, as though I had been drug through hell by a herd of rabid brahmin. The moment I tried to jerk the leather up my legs it made my skin ache, so carefully then and calmly I dressed. Socks and boots, luckily close by, I was still worried that my legs would drop me onto the floor and hesitated standing. 'Moment of truth' I thought, pushing up off the side of the bed. The muscles quivered, but after taking a step or two I smiled and walked to the door and out.
I dug through the lockers, if I was going to leave, I wasn't going to go unarmed again. I never did learn to shoot a pistol but I took one anyway. I looked at the containers stuffed with weapons of all assortment and shook my head. Clearly, Blake had a hoarding problem. I shrugged, grabbing ammo, I figured two boxes of a hundred would be enough. Then grabbed up a baseball bat, gave it a few swings and nodded. I grabbed some water and food, laughed bitterly at the dejavu of the situation and left. This time there was no pause, no thoughts other than 'get out'. And now I understood why Jericho had warned me about Blake.
I decided on a random direction other than that of Vault 108. I wouldn't be able to fix the console, even if I wanted to. Covering my eyes I pointed and spun in a circle a couple times, the first try pointed right at the damn vault and I rolled my eyes. The second time I was facing south, I didn't know where it would lead but went anyway. Didn't second guess myself, just walked. Turns out I was pretty good at sneaking, I was able to conserve ammo along my journey. When I came to a river I followed it, the large curve of the rivers bend taking me southeast, crossing a few bridges and there it was.
Like a beacon of hope and safety, a giant ship beached on the shore. It's dark metal, rusted from years in the salty water that crashed against its sides. I climbed the ramp and to the bridge that connected it's only safe entrance and exit. I was greeted by a man on the far end of the bridge. "Welcome to Rivet City, behave yourself and there won't be any trouble." The warning wasn't anything other than a warning. "The markets open, don't steal anything." I simply nodded and walked past.
The doors were heavy and hard to move but I managed. It was much darker inside, the fluorescent lights hung high above cast light down over the makeshift stalls of the market. 'Seems that you could buy and sell just about anything here.' I walked around for a moment not moving too close to the stalls, just observing my new surroundings. I figured there had to be more to the ship, so I poked around the doors, when no one stopped me from going through them, I explored.