I didn't see Fun Ghoul for another two days, when he finally knocked on my door that night, I quickly pulled him in. I held his hand and pulled him to the couch and we sat down. "I've been waiting for you! What took you so long?"

He gave me a half smile, I could tell something was wrong. "I was trying to come up with a game plan to get you out of here." He stared down at our hands.

I leaned forward. "And?"

He sighed. "It's not good, Red." He looked up into my eyes. "If you leave the boundaries of Battery City, you'll shut down."

My chest was drumming, like something in me couldn't compute this fact. "You mean, I'll die?"

He nodded. "Yes, and while you could stay here. They'd find you eventually, you're too important to them."

I nodded, looking down. "Well, I see no reason we shouldn't do it anyway." I looked back into his eyes. "I don't care if I die. Especially not if I end my days with you. We can have one perfect day in the City, you can show me your favorite spots. Then we'll leave. You escape this City, and I never give Korse what he wants. Bury my body in the desert."

Tears were welling in his eyes. "I don't know if I can do that. I can't just kill you like that." His shoulders shook. "If I have to see him die again…" He put his head in his hand. "I just don't think I can do it again."

I hadn't thought of that. "But… I am different from the other Droids. What if that doesn't apply to me?"

He sniffed, looking up at me. "I don't know if that's possible. Droids self destruct when they leave the city so Killjoys can't use them."

I nodded. "Well, as long as you're with me most of the day you can just drop me off at the exit. You don't have to look. I don't know… I have to try. It's better than this, isn't it?"

He shrugged. "I just wish I could do more for you."

I moved over to him, pulling him to my chest, he wrapped his arms around me and I laid down so he was resting on me. "I don't think you understand how much you've helped me, you gave me a purpose Ghoul."

His breath was hot on my neck, my shirt was wet with his tears. When his breathing slowed more he nuzzled his nose into my neck.

I ran my fingers through his hair. "I don't want you to be sad Ghoul. I just want you to be happy. If you really want, you can just leave the City. I'm just a Droid. There's no reason for you to break your heart over me."

He shook his head, lifting up to look at me. "Then what would be the point in all of this? We're in this together now, until the end." He smiled at me.

I could feel tears falling down my face, he broke my heart every time he gave me that look. My lower lip trembled, he leaned forward and kissed me. He leaned more into it and shifted to cup my face with his hand.

I put my hand on his shoulder, squeezing and using my other hand to run up the back of his shirt. He separated the kiss and pressed his lips to my jaw for a second, moving to my neck and sucking softly on a spot of skin that was sensitive.

I moaned softly and rubbed his back. My head felt light, I dropped my head to the side, allowing him all the skin he needed. He pressed my waist with his hand, running his hand up my shirt to grip at my ribs. My breath hitched in my throat and the sensation was perfect.

His lips moved from my neck and the cold air took it's place. He kissed my collarbone, looking up at me again. I gave him a smile, putting my hand on the side of his face. "You're so perfect."

He shook his head, the smile returning to his face. "I think I'm starting to fall in love with you Red."

I froze, my throat tickled and my lip trembled. "Ghoul. Do you mean that?"

He nodded. "It fucking sucks, because I know you probably think it's because you look like him. But it really isn't." He pressed his face into my neck. "I just wish we could do this forever."

I pressed my lips into his hair. "Me too. I feel so safe in your arms. Like nothing matters." I remembered the phrase that echoed in my mind. "Hey, did you tell me before that I have a bulletproof heart?"

His head jerked up, he looked in my eyes. "What?" He sat up, looking down at me.

I hadn't expected him to react like that. "Were you the one who said that to me? It popped into my head the other day."

He started crying again, he looked distraut and like his heart was breaking, he collapsed back onto me sobbing.

I squeezed him. "Hey, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to make you sad."

He was talking, but I couldn't make any of it out. Eventually his breathing slowed down and he lifted his head. "That's what Poison use to say. How the fuck do you know that?" He was still crying, almost choking on his tears.

I shrugged. "I really have no idea. Is there any way that maybe Korse put some of his memories into my mind?"

He shook his head. "Poison was shot in the head, there's no way anything that was in his mind survived." He sniffed. "What's the first thing you remember?"

I closed my eyes for a moment, trying to think back. "My earliest memories are all just being trained."

He nodded. "What sort of training?"

I didn't really want to say it to him. "Getting rid of my gag reflex and Korse fucking me with different dildos."

He shook his head. "I don't understand. How can you remember stuff he did?" His eyes widened. "Even some of the noises you made the other night. It was exactly like he did. The whining sound in your voice. It's stuff Korse would have never heard, things he would have never known."

I wiped tears from his face. "I'm just gonna have to try and find out. I think I can get away with a lot as far as Korse goes right now. He's being such a pushover. He just misses my ass."

He laughed. "Is he really?"

I nodded. "He'd do anything right now to fuck me, but he knows I won't let him. He talked about helping me train my ass back how it was."

He raised an eyebrow. "Does you need to do that?"

I shook my head. "Probably not, but I can let him think that I do. It could hurt next time. I'm just not sure."

He nodded. "I guess yours might, my ass never really went back to how it was."

I could feel my face getting hot thinking about him trying to fuck himself. I tried to push the thoughts out of my mind. "How long has it been?" He looked confused. "I mean since Poison died, not since you did anal."

He waited a moment before speaking. "Actually it's the same amount of time for both. It was around 2 years ago."

"Wow, that's a long time."

He looked down at my chest. "That's not to say I haven't had sex in 2 years. I might just not remember, I did nothing but drink there for a while. I drank and hung out by myself. If not I went to cheap clubs. It was a really rough time. Then I heard about you… And I had to come and see you, it took six months to get the money."

"So you were living in the city this whole time?" He nodded. "Why? You could have been caught."

He shrugged. "I didn't really care. I was trying to get her back."

I scanned his face, he looked so sad. "Who's she?"

He looked at me. "The girl. But I guess they turned her to their side. He cared about her so much, I just couldn't give up. The others told me to drop it, but I couldn't."

I nodded. "I'm sorry. About everything."

He shrugged. "There isn't much we can do about shit like that. That saying you remember, I did say that to him. He always said that I had a hollowpoint smile."

I smiled. "That's so sweet!"

He nodded. "It was." He paused. "I guess you probably don't want me make out with me now. I'm all snotty."

I smiled. "I'm snotty too." I pulled him down to me and kissed him. I could feel him press his hand to my ass through my shorts. His lips sloppily playing with mine, our tongues exploring each other's mouths. He pulled away from the kiss after a few minutes, his breath hot on my face.

"I know we can't have sex. But there's something I want to do." I managed to say, my stomach was all in knots, I wanted him so bad.

He looked into my eyes, panting for breath. "What is it?"

I ran my hand down his chest. "I want to suck your fingers."

He smiled. "Is that what you want?"

I nodded. "Yes, please. Hands are my thing. Nobody ever wants me to play with them though."

He raised his eyebrows. "I guess so, how do you need me?"

I couldn't believe he said yes, I've wanted to do this since I first saw his hands. I sat up. "You can sit on the couch."

He got off of me, sitting down on the couch. I walked over to my speakers and put on a playlist I reserve for times when I'm alone. I went back over to him, getting on my knees, pressing my hands to his thighs.

He looked down at me like he didn't know what I was doing. I gave him a smile and grabbed one of his hands, fuck, they were so soft and warm. His ink covered fingers were so long. I pressed my lips to his fingertips, he just held his arm out for me.

I licked up his middle finger. Slipping it into my mouth, I sucked on it, pressing my tongue to the underside of his finger, I pulled away and took his pointer finger into my mouth as well. Sucking softly on them, my tongue swirled on them.

I bobbed my head on them, it felt so good. I moaned onto his hand and pulled away. Kissing the top of his hand, flipping it over to his palm, tonguing at the lines on his hand. I then slipped his thumb into my mouth as far as it would go. I hollowed my cheeks and opened my eyes for a moment.

His cheeks were red and his eyes were closed tightly. He opened them and looked at me. I pulled my mouth off his thumb. "Fuck." He said, shifting how he sat.

I was breathing hard and the friction in my shorts was so frustrating. "Is something wrong?"

He shook his head. "No, that was fucking hot. I didn't even know that was a thing. You just gave my hand a fucking blowjob."

I brushed my hair behind my ear. "I'm sorry."

He shook his head. "Don't be sorry. I just need to go splash some cold water on my face or something."

I put my hand on his knee. "Okay. You aren't mad are you?"

He smiled. "No, I'm horny. I just need to go cool down before I take it out on you."

I really wanted him to take it out on me, but I stood up and got on the couch. I really wanted somebody to fuck me. I watched him go into the bathroom and ended up jerking myself off, rinsing off in the sink and sitting on the couch. I wondered if he jerked off too when he came out twenty minutes later and sat on the couch with me.

"I'm sorry about that." He said, sighing and staring down at his lap.

"You have no reason to be sorry."

He nodded. "I know, but I really didn't expect that to turn me on. That's why I let you do it, I just wanted you to get off on it."

I smiled. "I wanted to do it, and I'm glad you liked it. You don't have to feel like you're using me. I like doing this stuff with you."

He nodded. "I know, but so many people just use you for sex. I don't want you to feel like that with me."

I stood and walked over to the TV, putting in some porn and changed into a little yellow nightgown.

He watche me. "Are we going to bed?"

I shrugged. "We don't have to. I just wanted to lay down. I'm getting tired."

He nodded, he walked over to the bed and took off everything but his shirt and boxers. He patted the bed next to him. I walked over and laid with him, pressing my back to him.

"When do you want to try and get out of here?"

I thought for a second, if I was gonna find anything out from Korse, I would need at least one day. "How about two days fom now?"

He took my hand, squeezing it to my chest. "That sounds good to me. I'll come over the night before. If you want we can start your perfect day that night. It'll be easier to get out of here if we do it at night."

I nodded. "Yeah, that sounds perfect."

I tried not to think about our plans at all, forcing myself to go to sleep in his arms. It's not like I could change whatever was going to happen.