Ghoul told me he had to leave early the next morning. We were sitting up in bed. We'd drank coffee and we're laying in bed together on top of the covers. His hair was a mess and he looked so handsome. "Are you mad at me?"

Ghoul was sitting half up, I had my head rested on his lap, looking up at him. "About what?"

I reached for his hand, examining it. "Our clothes sex last night."

He shook his head. "No, that was both of us. I actually think I needed that. As fucked up as that sounds."

I rubbed the top of his hand. "There's nothing fucked up about it. We both wanted it, it's not like we took advantage of each other." I smiled up at him. "I can't wait for it to just be us. I can't even imagine being out there. What's it like?"

Be laughed. "Loud, loud and it stinks. The desert is where you'll love. Everybody is free out there."

I saw a sadness cross over his face after he said that, his eyes dropped to the bed. "Why didn't you stay out there with them?"

He sighed. "Shit fell apart after… They died."

I squeezed his hand. "They?"

He nodded, he looked up at the ceiling. I could see tears in his eyes. "Yeah, he wasn't the only one who. Well I don't want to bum you out. But you'll love Jet Star when you get to meet him. He'll like you too, once he gets past your looks."

I nodded. "Do I really look that much like him?"

He nodded. "Yeah, it's weird. You're jarring at first. I'm used to it since your mannerisms are so different. But shit, if I hadn't been so close to the real him. I'd freak out."

He rubbed his eye with his other hand. "It's just crazy they got away with making you. You'd think that shit would be illegal."

I laughed. "I know, this level of sexy should be outlawed. Am I right?"

He shook his head, smiling. "I'm biased."

I traced the lines on his palm with my finger. "So, were you two married?"

He shook his head. "Killjoys don't get married, that would be too limiting. But I'm pretty sure we only had sex with each other. Unless it wasn't just us." He smiled, staring down at the bed.

I sat up, scooting closer to him. "So, were you the top?"

He shrugged. "We did whatever we wanted. We literally tried everything."

I gasped. "Korse asked if somebody asked me to do piss play."

He laughed. "Oh my God, everybody goes there. I told him not to wear that fucking bandana."

I didn't get the reference, but I smiled because it was hard not to when he was. "I wish I could have met him. He sounds like fun."

He shook his head. "He was, but he was so fucking intense, everything mattered to him. He would have read you like a book."

"Why is that?"

"He did that to everybody, he could tell if you pissed standing just by seeing how you took a joke." I laughed, he continued. "I'm serious. It was his favorite thing to figure out about people." He looked down. "He could have made me do anything." He looked up at the clock on the wall above the couch. "Shit, I've gotta go Red. I'm sorry." He stood and walked over to grab his hoodie from the floor, zipping it up.

I stood and walked over to him. "Can I kiss you?"

He leaned forward and pecked me on the lips. He walked over to the door, I walked with him. "Don't talk when I press this, okay?"

He nodded, I pressed the button. "Hey, I've got a client leaving." I looked over at Ghoul, he put his hood up, shoving his hands into his pockets. The door beeped. I opened it.

Korse stood leaned against the wall across from us, I could feel myself panicking. I stepped out into the hall and walked over to Korse, getting on my tip toes to kiss him. He tried to get away, I forced myself onto him harder.

I could see Ghoul make his way to the elevator, looking over at me for a moment, I was so ashamed he was seeing this. He disappeared into the elevator and Korse pushed me away.

"You can't treat me like you did the other day and expect me to want to kiss you. Besides, in front of a client?"

I forced tears to my eyes, my breath was shaking pathetically. "I just… I'm so sorry. I never meant to make you think I don't love you. I just lost my head, I'm emotional from the upgrade I suppose." He was totally buying my bullshit. He put an arm around me.

"Well, let's get you back to your room. Have you eaten?"

I nodded. "Yeah, I did. I didn't get a lot of sleep, that client just kept making me suck his dick. It was crazy, made a shit ton of money though."

He nodded. "That's good. Hey, are you sure you shouldn't take more time off?"

I nodded. "Yeah, it gives me something to do. I think it's done me a lot of good."

He walked me over to the couch and we sat down. He went and closed the door, on his way back he stopped to pick something off the floor just in front of me. He sat with me, examining it with a serious look on his face.

"What is that?" I asked, panic rising in me, I knew it must have fell out of Ghoul's pocket last night.

"It's a lighter." He said, holding it out to me. "I haven't seen one like this in years."

I shrugged. "I don't see what's so special about it? I've seen you use one."

He shook his head. "No, you've seen me use Better Living issued lighters. This one has Frankenstein on it."

I legitimately didn't understand why this was so important. I leaned my head on his shoulder. He made me feel like throwing up. But I figured if nothing else, being all sweet to him was in my best interest.

He leaned his head against mine. "I missed you baby."

I wanted to hit him for that. "I know, me too. Did you want me to do anything for you?"

He shook his head. "No, this is fine. I figured we could just talk. I didn't even plan to come in."

I reached for his hand, it felt like ice. Veins bulged from his hand and his skin was so pale. Nothing like Ghoul's, Korse's felt like a corpses hand. "I wanted to ask you about all this Killjoy stuff on the news. What's a Killjoy?"

He laughed. "A group of four to six degenerates from the desert. They were under the impression they could over throw the very government that keeps us safe. They claimed to have a little girl prophesized to reawaken some Droid God from the desert. It was a crock of religious bullshit that got half of them killed. I was a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W back then."

I lifted my head to look at him. "What's a S/C/A/R/E/C/R/O/W?"

He smiled, looking so proud of himself. "It's a Sub-Unit of Better Living. We were assassin's, meant to hold a specific kill count."

My heart was pounding, the smile on his face was sickening. "Why?"

He looked at me. "Well, it was so we wouldn't be deemed emotionally connected to other people. I was the one who killed the leader of the Killjoys and his brother."

I blinked at him, I couldn't believe what I was hearing. He killed somebody and made a Droid that looked just like him so he could fuck and beat it? His the fuck am I supposed to keep this act up? Remember what you've done your whole life. Just ignore it, do your job. You'll be with Fun Ghoul and out of here in no time.

He sighed. "That was a long time ago. I was demoted."

I laid down with my feet in his lap. He ran his hand over the top of my foot. "Sorry, I just got dizzy."

He nodded. "That's probably normal, you've gone through a lot. How does your arm feel?"

I looked down at it. "I guess it's okay. When can I take the bandage off?"

He picked my foot up and kissed the top of it. "I'm not sure, that's a medicated bandage. There's a good chance it's repaired already. You want me to take it off for you?"

I sat up, I just really wanted something to do. I held my arm out to him, he pulled the tape, it immediately hurt somewhere deep in my arm, but I tried not to show it. He started to unwrap the bandage, when it was all the way off. I could see marks left where it was, but it was purple and shiny welts.

"Hey, it repaired almost seamlessly."

I frowned at the purple marks, it was super noticeable, a mark straight across the top of my hand. Four different spots on my wrist, leading halfway up my forearm, tiny little marks were all over. "Man, that fucked me up."

He ran a finger over the deepest cut on my wrist. "Of course it did, but considering the damage, the result is pretty good. Besides, scars build character." He pulled my hand to his mouth and kissed my wrist, running his tongue through one of the welts.

I wanted to pull my hand away and hit him, but I let him kiss up my arm, crawling on top of me. I let him kiss my neck and then my cheek. "Korse, I don't want to have sex. I haven't had anything in my ass for a week, I don't think it's a good idea."

He laughed. "I know that, we'll have to build you back up to that. I was gonna give you a blowjob. You haven't had one of those in a long time."

I stared down at him, maybe I could really get payback. I honestly don't think he's ever given me a blowjob, he made another Pornodroid do it. "I'd like that." I have him a smile, scooting up to lean my back on the couch so I could watch him do it.

He unbuttoned my shorts, zipping them down and pulling them just low enough so my dick was out. It's so weird, I forget I have it sometimes. He looked down at it and I actually think I blushed. I don't know why, I get really nervous when guys touch my dick.

He picked it up and placed his lips on the head. Oh fuck, I saw sparks for second. It's too sensitive, nobody ever even touches it. He had me hard in no time,he put his mouth on my dick and started bobbing his head. I honestly wanted to shove him off, it was just a little too much. My mind went blank for a minute, just the sensation was becoming nice.

Then I remembered the leader of the Killjoys, his brother. That's a mood killer, then I remembered gagging on his dick.

I put my hands on the back of his head, shoving him onto me further. He was a lot stronger than me though, he pulled off of me. "Hey, I'll go further when I want to."

I put my hands up. "Sorry, I got carried away."

He surprised me by shoving it all the way in, shit, he wasn't choking on it at all. How much dick is he sucking? Surely not more than me. Unless, he was demoted for having an emotional attachment to somebody. Is he with someone else?

Korse suddenly pulled off of my dick, spit running from the head to his mouth. Drilling off his bottom lip. "Hey baby, am I doing something wrong?"

I shook my head. "No, it feels good. I guess I'm just not used to anybody using my dick. It's almost too much."

He sat up. "I'm sorry baby. Would you rather me give you a hand job?"

I shook my head, stuffing my dick back into my shorts. It wasn't very comfortable shoving a fully erect dick into a pair of shorts. "No, I'm sorry. I don't know what's up with me."

He nodded. "That's okay." He wiped his mouth off, he looked disappointed. I'm glad he is, did he honestly think he could tell me about how his job was killing a fuck ton of people with no remorse and then expect to get me off? Nothing about that is hot.

He yawned, stretching his arms over his head, this would have been cute just a month ago. That's what sucks, he's fucking hot. Why can't people look on the outside his they do inside. That would be so much easier.

He stood up and looked at me. "Hey, do you want me to run it and get us something to eat?"

I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds good. But what about work?"

He shrugged. "Take the rest of the rest of the day off. It's been a while since we just hung out."

I really didn't want to, that sounded awful. Pretending he's not a total piece of shit. But I could do it, it would be worth it. I've done it for this long. I can't believe I actually loved him. I guess I just didn't know any better.

He leaned over and gave me a kiss on the lips before leaving. I considered jerking off to get rid of my hard on. But I really didn't want to get any satisfaction from something he started. I went into the bathroom and hopped in the shower, I didn't want smell like him anymore.

I wasn't in for long, just long enough to wash my body. My hard on went away by the time I was done and I went back into the living room just in time. He came in with two little bento boxes, fuck, he knows I'm sucker for sushi.

I couldn't help but smile, something in me badly wished I could forget everything and just be happy. Sometimes he was great, he was so kind unless he was fucking me. I sat on the couch and he gave me the box, I hate all of sushi within five minute. He wasn't even hardly into his.

"Did you like that?" He asked.

I nodded. "Yeah, I was fucking hungry too.".

He smiled at me. "You look so pretty today."

He was really laying it on thick today. Maybe he senses that it's over soon. I hope not. "Korse, you didn't have to do all of this."

He shook his head. "Of course I do, you've been through a lot. I should have been more understanding."

I just stared into my bento box, he was making me feel bad. I didn't want to, I have no reason to. I'm not wrong here, he's fucking crazy.

Or am I crazy? I mean, I am a Droid. Who am I to judge him, at least he's actually alive. Maybe I was being too harsh. But then I thought of Fun Ghoul, and the tortured look on his face when he thinks of the former leader of the Killjoys. And then I looked at Korse, the man with no remorse for killing them and countless others.

He ruined that beautiful man's life. So no, I'm not being too harsh, I'm not wrong. He doesn't care about me, this is all just him trying to make me have sex with him, and love him. And for what? A couple minutes of happiness only to be forced by him to do anything people want me to?

I'll see Fun Ghoul tomorrow, and then maybe he'll have a plan. You just have to make it till tomorrow. Your heart is bulletproof. Why was that so familiar? Like somebody said it to me. But there was more to it, is have to figure it out. Or maybe it's another memory I'll have to ask Fun Ghoul about.