"Say my name Menino." Vaas husked into Corey's ear. He clutched the boy's skinny back, gritting his teeth and growling slightly when Corey's fingers burrowed into his shoulders. "Come on. Say it for me." He was back here again, for what must have been for the fifth time- and today he wasn't even high. Vaas pondered to himself as he was buried up to the base in his slave as to why exactly things had turned out this way, but he wasn't to look a gift horse in the mouth. He enjoyed the boy's... abilities, and Vaas was in the habit of taking what he enjoyed.

"V-Vaas..." Corey moaned.

"Louder." Vaas demanded. He slammed his cock into Corey a little harder, sweat forming on his naked back with the exertion. The boy threw back his head and near-screamed his name, getting closer and closer until he came, becoming a quivering wreck in Vaas' arms. The pirate unloaded into him with a snarl, gripping his hair and raking his dirty fingernails across Corey's bruised skin.

They caught their breath for a moment. Corey was still shaking, his face buried in the crook of Vaas' neck. "Ay. Menino. Menino?" Vaas gave Corey an experimental push and his blue eyes widened as Corey's arms wrapped around his neck and seemed to not want to let go. "No. No, no." Vaas physically picked the boy up off his cock and dumped him to one side on the mattress. "No way, Menino. Not now, not ever." He huffed as Corey looked up at him with an expression of deep hurt.

"I was just-"

"I know what you were doing, bitch." Vaas gave him a cuff round the head, not too rough, but enough to make his eyes water. "No. Don't you dare do that to me again, you understand? I scratched you because making you bleed gives me a hard on. I fuck you because you're tight, and I own your ass anyway. We ain't some beauty and the beast kind of shit. I'm a fucking monster, and you're my prey. Do you hear me? You belong to me. That's all it is."

Corey curled into a ball as though Vaas' words were blows, causing the pirate to lose his temper. "Man, fuck you, you little fag." He exploded, pulling on his clothes. "Get dressed. Or don't, I don't fucking care. Weak ass piece of shit." He stormed outside, plucking an unlit joint from the mouths of one of his men and lighting it before the man could protest, not that he'd dare. His battered phone rang in his pocket, and he flicked it open. "What."

"Vaas, I have your payment here. Come and pick it up in an hour or it's someone else's."

"Can't you have it dropped off?" Vaas growled, his bad mood seeping into his tone.

"I want to talk with you."

"We're on the phone."

"Vaas, I swear to fucking god-"

"Alright, alright. I'll be there in an hour." Vaas shut the phone and shoved it back in his pocket with a snarl. He took his time getting there, walking into Hoyt's office just as the clock announced an hour and five minutes had passed. Hoyt raised his eyebrow but said nothing, pushing a kilogram of cocaine and a fat envelope of money across the desk.

"Sit down, Vaas, and have a cigar."

The pirate obeyed, taking a seat and lighting up. "So. I trust you've been having fun with my gift?" Hoyt inquired, leaning over the desk a little.

"What? Oh, that. Yeah, I guess so." Vaas grunted and shrugged. Hoyt raised an eyebrow and waggled one finger.

"You ought to be careful, Vaas."

"What are you talking about?" He snapped.

"A few of the men have been... talking. They say they saw you carrying the boy." Vaas' boss smirked. "Of course, I said it was nonsense. But one does not want these rumours to get out of hand." Something flashed in Hoyt's eyes as that shit-eating smile played around his thin lips.

"I can control my own men." Vaas growled. "Whoever's been making up shit has a death wish or something."

"Oh I'm sure. Just be cautious." Hoyt sat back and laughed. "But of course, what does it matter? It's just a bit of fuckmeat, yes? If you get bored of him, do bring him back relatively cleaned up. I'm sure Buck would take him."

Vaas' hand played over the knife strapped to his calf and he suppressed the urge to embed it in Hoyt's head.

"Yeah, sure, boss. Can I go now?" he sighed. Hoyt watched him carefully for a moment, before waving a hand.

"Yes Vaas, you're dismissed." Hoyt watched his man leave and placed his fingertips together, the cogs in his mind beginning to whirr.

A few miles away, Corey was sat in his corner, eyed fixed on one of the screens and completely unaware of a shadow creeping into the den behind him until it spoke in hushed, wavering tones.

"Don't move."

Corey froze. The voice wasn't Vaas, it was too nervous, too quiet. He felt a gun being pressed to the back of his head and warm breath on his neck.

"Who... what..." Corey whimpered, every sense in red alert.

"Be quiet." He heard the clumsy one-handed unzipping of a fly. "Tell anyone about this and I'll kill you, alright?"

"He'll kill you first." Corey murmured, grim satisfaction breaking through the horrific realization. "He's already been gone two hours. He'll be back soon."

"Shut up you little-"

The moment his attacker took the gun away from his skull Corey threw himself backwards, knocking into the man and catching him off guard. The gun clattered away and Corey lunged after it. The pirate grabbed him around the middle but found his victim wriggling away from his grip and the gun was suddenly at his throat.

"Get off me, you fucking scum." Corey hissed. The pirate stood with his hands up and terror on his young face.

"Now come on, I was just playing around." Watching Corey carefully as the frightened boy scrambled to his feet, the older man took a tactical step towards the AK-47 propped up against the wall.

"Don't think I won't do it!" Corey roared, brandishing the gun. "Don't move or I'll shoot!"

"Yeah whatever, boy." The pirate sniggered. "You won't do it. That's why I'm here and you're there. You're nothing but a bitch. I thought you'd be used to taking it in the ass, picky slut. Now just give me the gun, and I'll be gent-"

His kneecap exploded in a shower of blood and cartilage. As the pirate fell to the ground clutching the blown limb and screaming in pain Corey stepped back, keeping the gun trained on him but holding his mouth to stop himself from throwing up.

It was at this opportune moment that the man of the house decided to return. Corey heard the truck pulling in to the town and ran to the window, eyes wide. Vaas looked up and caught his eye, just in time to see a bloodied hand grab his face and pull him back. Bursting into the room Vaas threw the shrieking pirate off Corey and slammed him up against a wall, putting two and two together as Corey crawled into one corner, terrified.

"You think you can come in here and fuck my property while I'm gone?" Vaas demanded, shoving his thumb into the messy bullet wound and making the pirate howl. "I'll fucking show you to try and touch what I own, you fuck!" Vaas proceeded to slam his underling's head against a wall. And again. He repeated the motion until the skull cracked and splintered, then dropped the man, watching his body seizure and lay still.

"You kneecapped him." Vaas turned to Corey and said matter-of-factly. Corey nodded, eyes darting from the body to Vaas. "There may be hope for you yet, Menino. Did he fuck you?" Corey shook his head. "Was he going to?" The boy gave a nod. "Then why didn't you kill him?"

"I wanted you to have the pleasure." Corey sat back, still breathing heavily from the exertion. Vaas watched him for a while, eyes darting over his form before breaking out into a mad cackle, blue eyes glinting.

"Like I said, there may be hope for you yet."