"Vaas."
"What, Menino."
Corey looked over from where he was still scrubbing blood and brains off the wall.
"What are you doing?" He tilted his head. Vaas rolled his eyes and turned off the drill, turning to look at the boy.
"I'm putting a fucking lock on the door, Menino, what does it look like? Now get back to work." He snapped, the nail he was holding in his mouth bobbing slightly. "Nobody said you could ask questions. Now shut up or I'll come over there and hurt you good, alright?" he finished his work and straightened up, dusting his hands off. "Now, you wouldn't anyway, because I'd fucking kill you, but you leave this room and there ain't shit I'll do to stop whatever happens to you, get it?" Corey paused scrubbing and nodded obediently. "I mean it. Whoever decides they wanna fuck you, I'll let them. Whoever wants to pop a slug in your brain, they can be my guest. Your safety ends outside this door, and after the boys have had their fun, I'll throw you to the fucking tigers, dead or alive." Corey nodded again, and Vaas relaxed a little, taking the key from the new lock and slipping it around his neck on a cord. "Now come here."
A few minutes later Vaas was leaning against the newly-secured door with his cock in between Corey's lips. "Fuck, Menino... you've got such a slutty little mouth." A satisfied groan escaped him. "If I feel your teeth once I'll knock them all out." He placed his large hands at the back of Corey's head and rested his own against the door. He let the boy finish him off, making sure he swallowed the resulting load. Zipping up and not saying another word, he rewarded Corey with a sharp slap to the back of the head and locked the door as he left.
Corey settled down and curled in front of one of the television screens, trying hard to keep his throat from closing as being alone hit him like a train. It had never bothered him before, but since being attacked the previous day, he felt the need to unmute the television and feverishly attempt to distract himself. Relief flooded him when Vaas finally returned, but he kept his face impassive. "Got something for you, Menino." Vaas grinned wickedly. He threw himself down on the mattresses and opened up a small paper bag. He smirked as he drew out a smaller bag of plastic, preserving what looked like small, colourful paper stamps of some kind. "Know what this is?"
"Acid." Corey murmured. "I don't..."
"Whether you do or you don't, Menino, I don't care. If you do, it'll blow your little white-boy mind." Vaas slipped one of the tabs onto his tongue and lay back, lighting a cigarette. He offered the box to Corey, who pulled one out and mimicked him, trying very hard not to cough his lungs up. After a while Corey caved.
"May I..." He reached for the little bag and Vaas swooped it out of his reach and tutted. He tore off a tab and held it on one finger, placing it on Corey's tongue with a smirk. "Just relax, or it'll freak you out."
Corey lay back, feeling nothing for the first half hour or so, but when he propped himself up on one elbow to complain his vision wavered and doubled. Vaas watched him try to steady himself and grinned, seeming to Corey like a Mohawk-sporting Cheshire Cat. Despite what would have been his better judgement were he not rapidly reaching inebriation he plonked himself over Vaas' lap, ass perked in the air. Vaas didn't throw him off as expected, however, and amused himself by groping the boy's ass absent-mindedly.
"Vaas." Corey whispered after a while.
"What, Menino."
"I need you."
Vaas raised his head, one eyebrow cocked, raising a hand with intention to slap some sense into the boy but eventually letting it drop with a sigh.
"That's nice, Menino. Now shut up, stop interrupting my high."
"Yes Vaas."
Time slipped by at varying speeds but as he started recognising the pangs of hunger in his stomach and regaining his normal vision Corey estimated the time he'd been up and away at about eight hours. He grabbed a packet of pork scratchings off the floor and downed them hungrily, still keeping his position draped over his owner. Vaas, at closer inspection, appeared to have drifted off to sleep once he'd started to come down, and Corey experienced a rare opportunity to really study him... the tone of the muscles in his arms, the scars that dotted his body, the trail of dark hair that started at his navel and descended below the waistband of his trousers...
Suddenly his head snapped towards the door, the sudden movement making Vaas stir slightly. A shadow was cast and could be seen through the space between the door and the floor. It shifted slightly, and slowly the handle started to turn, stopping after a slight creak as whoever was behind the door discovered it was locked. The shadow remained for a moment before disappearing and soft footfalls could be just made out over Vaas' breathing. Corey remained stock still, his heart in his mouth, unable to sleep or even relax until his owner stirred and unceremoniously shoved him off with a grumble. "Vaas." Corey murmured urgently.
"What."
"There was someone outside the door. They tried to get in." A tremble of fear came into his voice. Vaas propped himself up, rubbing his head and scowling at Corey.
"You're tripping, Menino. Go to sleep or stare at the wall or something. Don't think about it." The pirate rolled over, making it plain that his leniency towards Corey's cowardice was simply a product of the acid and exhaustion. Corey curled up and watched Vaas slip back into sleep, feeling smaller than he ever had in his life.