Disclaimer: All characters belong to Cassandra Clare.

Warning: Graphic description of sexual abuse and implied violence

A/N: I don't study biology or medicine…

Chapter 7: the Pack

Luke was listening to the desperate cries inside the door. He leaned into the wall, feeling the vibes as the small sounds of begging turned into loud hoarseness, and to whispers again. Whips pierced the air and sparked, blood streamed from opened fleshes. He eyed the doorknob, then the medical bag on the floor.

He had been the one taking care of Alec since the first day of his arrival. He vividly remembered the first time he saw him.

Sebastian hummed and walked into the dining room, saw him and ordered, "Check on Alec. He is in the old room. Ah, and put him in my room."

Old room. That's how people in the Institute liked to call the room of torture. Luke was not stranger to it since there had been a time he literally lived there so that he could keep an eye on those seriously injured. The concrete floor was a light shade of red, painted by years' time of blood.

Quickly he took one more spoon of beans into his mouth and grabbed the bag next to him. He was a medic worked under Sebastian. Although he was vital inside the organization, it didn't stop the authoritative commands and errands running; Verlac was treasured by the leader. He was given freedom and as long as he did his work, Valentine wouldn't give a damn what Sebastian was doing. Realization of goals was more important than the process.

The hallways looked all the same, but Luke already had the blueprint branded in his brain. Maps and directions, he was good at these things.

He turned the knob quietly and the metal door open with a scratchy noise. Smell of blood and urine filled his nose. The boy was lying on a tattered mattress in the middle, which was used to be the bed for many unfortunates. His shirt was torn, revealing an opening on the muscled back. Shoes tapped the hard ground and he kneeled, blue eyes landed on the most obvious wound.

It was disgusting, but he had seen too many that he felt home with the iron taste of air. Alec was still breathing, short but enough. The first thing was sealing the cut and preventing the infection.

With the gloves on, Luke examined closely. The boy jerked lightly when his warm breath brushed the torso. He fondled the feeble arm and whispered. "It's okay, Alec. I am patching you up." He continued to do this until the tense body relaxed. Then he went back to work.

Wiped the blood dry, the cut was neat and long, black fibers dangling and peaked their heads out from it. Sighed, those fibers with the length of his small finger were dead. So he skillfully chopped them off and stuffed back under the skin, using index and middle to slide them into the gap between bones. The boy quivered as his fingers found their ways inside.

He made it quick, retreated and started sewing. But they were already out of pads and gauzes; most of them were distributed to other districts. With no other options, Luke had to leave it like that.

Flipped the boy over, he checked his pulse and looking for any other injuries. The only thing worth noting was the wet pants and erection. Luke knew Sebastian must have injected him something from the small red dot on his neck. And judging by the effect, he deduced he was using the recently developed drug on him. Alec's long eyelashes were fluttering like the wings of butterfly; he struggled to open his eyes but to no avail.

Luke didn't know what the boy did to have Sebastian treated him like that.

Thereby, he packed his bag and pulled the clothes off the boy. Using the torn shirt he dried Alec's crouch and gently put him over his shoulder, carried him to Sebastian's room. It wasn't far away.

He held his wrist up to the small machine on the wall, the tiny digital screen shone green. The door slid open as it beeped twice rapidly. He settled Alec down on the bed and tucked him in. it wasn't a right thing to do if he simply dumped the boy on the floor. Luke didn't mind punishment, which he wished Sebastian wouldn't blame the boy for crawling on his lovely bed. He should tell him first.

Just as Luke stepped through the threshold, Sebastian appeared at the end of the hallway. Sebastian was younger than him, yet he had this aura of danger that forced people to avert their glances. As if he was the sun, looking directly would make them blind. Luke knew it wasn't the reason he bowed in front of the man. It never was.

"He's inside?" Said Sebastian.

"Yes. I got him into your bed, I hope I am not doing it wrong, sir."

He replied politely, staring at the head of the combat boots.

Sebastian simply waved him off, added. "It is fine. You can go now."

With that the black-haired man carried out the same procedures and locked the door; the screen turned black. Luke was on his way to his room. There was message waiting him to write.

He communicated with the Clave briefly and received the same old news. Wait and see. He had long forgotten how many times those words flashed on his dashboard. Pressed the delete button, he went on cleaning his track. No mistake was allowed in any situation. His life was at stake, also many others. One and they were dead.

Before dinner Sebastian once again demanded his service. "Silly me – I did too much on the mundane boy. Run a trip to the old room and deliver him to my room, he lives with me now."

Sebastian said while squeezing his shoulder. He nodded and avoided the firm glance on his crown. The man whistled and walked off, possibly to the cage.

Indeed Luke wanted to see Alec again, but not in such circumstances. He got up before others called him for a game of cards and rushed to the old room. Whatever went under Sebastian's hands would always end up damaged. People, animals or goods. He had this bad feeling in his stomach.

He had heard of the fate of people in the cage, dismembered or beheaded, nails and organs pulled out for public display. It wasn't in his coverage but other lower rank members had talked about it way too often, like how they had to clean the vomits and bloods, limps and other ridiculous body parts. And how Sebastian laughed watching them die painfully.

What in front of his eyes, maybe was the least terrible torture by the infamous Verlac.

Alec's milk paleness was drowned in crimson bloods and fleshes, scrapes of skins littered on the floor. Wrists linked, Alec sat on his ankles with head down like a lifeless puppet. Luke could see the words over his body. He took a long deep breath and started his first step, pieces of skins around him. Hardened his heart he nudged them away, thin layers formed a circle with two of them inside.

Scared the boy might struggle and further split his wounds, Luke wore plastic gloves and injected a sedative into his neck. Untied, Alec instantly fell over on his back, knees still bending. He looked so fragile and innocent. Without knowing his palms was shaking. Bit his lip Luke began to check his side, blood still dripping. But his touch hurt Alec – he whimpered in protest.

Luke tapped his finger on temple and cursed himself for forgetting the fact: the usual sedative was for interrogation use. They blocked the paths of transmitters from the brain but not the ones to the brain, pain receptors were still working. It had been years since the morphine mixture came in handy and the vials were probably on the bottom of the bag. Didn't waste the time looking he simply lifted it upside down and let the content fell out, tools and bottles hit the ground to form rhythm.

Saw the labelled vial Luke speedily poured iodine tincture into a clean cotton, turned Alec's weak hand outward and dabbed it right under the wrist. Syringe in one hand, he prodded the needle through the plastic wraps and pulled it, watching the transparent fluid flowed into the cylinder.

When the liquid reached the mark Luke dropped the nearly empty vial on the ground, it rolled to nowhere, maybe toward the gutters. Alec's vein was obvious, he did not know whether because Alec was low in body fat or due to his pale coloring. Of which he questioned if it was natural or the effect of new drug.

Without hesitation he perforated the skin and slowly infused the painkiller into the body. Luke waited for around one minute, and then he carefully brushed the strands of hairs away from the sweaty forehead, a four letter word presented. Alec was unconscious like sleeping, it was so peaceful that it reminded him of Jordan, the mundane boy he was sponsoring.

He hadn't seen him for 10 years; Jordan should have grown up into a man now. Rarely the Clave would update his situation in a few sentence to comfort his unnerved worries. As a parent, you never stopped thinking about your children until the death claimed their lives. He could only wish Jordan understood his difficulties and grew up safely.

He shook his head; it wasn't time for revisiting the memory from the other side. Luke worked again to clean those wounds, applied brown powders on every cut he could see. Yet he needed more than that; those powders would be ineffective if they came in contact with oxygen for too long.

Therefore he yanked his shirt over his head and ripped them into strips. Alec hadn't moved at all, body limp and breaths shallow. Finished patching Luke decided to leave his bag behind, carried Alec in bride style and spun to Sebastian's room. The boy needed warmth and comfort bed, a quieter environment to recover.

Luke tenderly put Alec on his uninjured side. The drugs weren't wearing off so he slumped on the sheet heavily and head dipped into the pillow. Noticed the small goose bumps on the still attaching skin Luke pulled the blanket up to Alec's shoulder as to trap the heat. He wiped the sweats off his face and sighed: in the future he would see Alec more frequent than he wished for.

The door beeped and Sebastian walked in, brows lifted when he saw the blue-eyed man was in his room. His eyes turned to the lump on his bed and a smile crept to his face.

"You have blood on your face." Sebastian pointed out.

Luke looked at his hands; the gloves were stained with fresh bloods. Surprisingly his boss didn't speak loud about his bareness, simply moved and sat on the end of the bouncing bed, stared at the older man with sharp eyes.

"I left my bag in the old room and I shall go and clean up. Should there be any order?" He answered in a proper manner. Lightly bowed with hands on his back.

"No." Sebastian said with his attention on the sleeping Alec, "You're dismissed."

Spared one more glimpse on the ball of ebony silks Luke strode to the door and exhaled deeply once he was out. Returned to his room with the bag, he shoved it under the shelf. His eyes zoomed close on his nails and the cracks of red. The bloods must have got into the gloves. Hastily Luke stumbled to his bathroom and ran the tap, scraping his hands with water. He didn't aware how long he tried to clean the clotted bloods off.

A few days later Sebastian called for him again. Luke dropped his tablet on the bed when he heard the voice outside his door. He quickly put on his shoes, showed his wrist the door slid to the right and Sebastian was leaning against the wall, hands playing with a collar and bunch of ropes. He pushed himself off the concrete and threw those items to Luke, who caught them reflexively.

Motioned a 'come-hither', Sebastian didn't say a word but walked. By the route, they were heading to Sebastian's bedroom.

Once they were in the room Sebastian shooed him to stand near the door, stay put until further orders. Obediently he did so, relieved when he saw Alec wasn't as pale as before. The sickness was replaced by rosy cheeks. Brown lines curved on his forehead, Luke observed. It stood out on his translucence.

He watched the man stalked toward the lump silently like a lion and peeled off the cover. Alec was lying on his back in clothes. Sebastian smoothly sat on Alec's hip and ran his fingers to trace his jaw. As Luke started to wonder what his next move was, he violently grabbed the collar and shook the boy; Alec's head threw back as if his neck was about to break, but Alec woke to the action and fumbled his way to Sebastian's face, trying to block.

Sebastian knocked his hand away, fingers curled into fist and hit the jaw with a crack. "Wake up bitch!" He shouted, Alec fell on the mattress like a ragged doll. Luke heard a small yelp and soon Sebastian punched him again, choked the air in his lungs out. Tightened his grasps on the ropes he controlled his churning guts, glared at the floor instead of the scene in front of him.

Rustles and thumps. Luke wished to filter out those harsh words of Sebastian.

Seconds later he received his order. "Luke, come here."

Remained head down Luke shuffled next to the bed, not dare look directly. Sebastian waved him over and palm up, took the hint Luke mentally prepared himself for what he was going to do. He couldn't escape from any of this.

Those items horrified Alec; his body stiffened and as soon as he recovered, he slapped Sebastian across his right cheek.

When he entered the Institute he had sworn loyalty and if he didn't act now, his cover was blew. When the sound of a small slap faded he tossed away the things and hopped forward, caught Alec's wrists in place. With his large palm he easily held onto him with one hand, another snatched the ropes and knotted them around the bedpost. He gave it a strong pull to check the security.

"Ooohhh don't be afraid. Your parents, oh right I haven't told you yet. They decided not to save you, darling. I don't really mind. You are a god compensation." His words shocked him; at first Luke thought Alec was a stray kid brought home by Sebastian. It didn't occur to his mind that Alec came from a wealthy family, rich enough to be the target.

He felt furious – what kind of parents would leave their kids to Verlac? And from the way Sebastian phrased they chose to do so, how could they?

"Out." He cheered, collar humming in his hands.

Luke stopped for a second, debating if he should obey. But his mission was the priority. It didn't include a kidnapped teenager. This was the risk he wasn't ready to take, not now. His years of work would go wasted.

So he stepped out.

Sebastian hadn't summoned him for couple of days. Rumors had it that he found himself a new pet, people passing gossips of an angel boy locked in the room, how delicious he was and fantasies were exchanged in private. Some even approached Luke to pry, asked if they could have a chance to see the angel boy themselves. He firmly refused, using Sebastian as his shield.

"Hey Lucian." A guy from the main table walked to him while Luke was eating alone in the corner, away from the packs of medics and soldiers. Lifted his head he dropped his fork.

"What do you need?"

Returned a rather curious glister, the guy asked. "You've seen the angel boy, haven't you? Sebastian called you a few times."

He did not like the nickname at all. But he would be stupid to correct them, thereby he kept it short. "Yes."

"We are just wondering," he gestured to his group of friends who were sniggering, "are those rumors true? I mean, angel boy being so irresistible."

To be honest Luke wasn't surprised at their prying. Many Aristos were bisexual. Although he had fair amounts of share with men, he enjoyed the company of women more. While inside the Institute, men were the dominant mass. Things sorted out easily.

Although it was common for them to practice same sex activities, anger still swelled up inside. The idea of Alec in Sebastian's control already made him feel powerless, and being molested – just no. He couldn't even bear the thought of it.

"I don't know." It was the safest. He prodded a piece of steak.

The guy sat down opposite him. Luke saw the scars on his forearms; a solider. The situation was more dangerous than he had thought. "Be nice, Lucian." His voice turned cold, "You don't want to get into trouble."

Eyes darted between the packs and the guy, he sighed and put down his fork.

"Sebastian finds him… handsome. I personally have no opinion."

"Oh? You have no opinion?" He mocked and crossed his arms. Luke met the serious glare with blank expression.

"He is a patient. May I eat in peace?" He said.

The guy tapped his index on the plastic table, calculating. Suddenly Luke's intercom rang, vibrated in his pocket. Turned his focus away Luke fished it out and eyes slightly widened at the name appeared on the screen. It surely wasn't missed by the asshole.

He pressed the button. "Yes, sir?"

"Don't come in, just wait outside." Then the call was ended. The guy stood back up and wandered back to his pack, reported what he just eavesdropped. Annoyed by them Luke simply abandoned his food and went for his bag.

As Sebastian ordered, he waited outside.

Knocked his head lightly to wall, Luke listened to the faintly audible petition mixed with please, I beg you and master. He gulped and looked at his phone, it had been half an hour. And Sebastian showed no intention to stop. At first he heard whips, then things fell on the floor and husky screams, followed by the constant dull thuds of furniture against the wall. His stomach was twisting upside down.

Finally it came to an end. There was nothing but silence. A beep alerted him, Sebastian's head stuck out from the door.

He saw Luke and said. "Come."

Seized his bag Luke followed Sebastian's heels into the room. His boss only wore a jeans. He nearly dropped his thing what he saw Alec; he was sitting on a dresser which was in the far left top corner of the room, naked. His chest moved merely, trying to catch his breath. Long red marks washed over his pale toned body, some were bleeding. Head dangling, his hands contorted to his back, tied. The strong legs were spread in wide angle, Luke caught gleams from the purple red erection. Blades and whips scattered nearby.

Sebastian threw himself on the bed, which was completely clean. Didn't need instruction Luke went straight to Alec, and just by getting close the teenager shuddered. Flinched, Alec turned his head away and displayed a gag. He winched but the sounds were small.

His whole body was shaking so bad that Luke thought he was having a seizure. Sebastian giggled at the scene and indicated Luke to help him. "If you don't do you work my pet would be damaged."

He already was, Luke said to himself. Regardless of the trembling and fighting, Luke easily stood between Alec's knees and took off the mouth bond. The teenager dry-heaved when the attached dildo slipped out from his throat. A pecker, he realized.

He was eased when he found there was nothing major. Those skin deep whip wounds could be healed within hours. Fingers touched his neck, Alec whined. Numerous of black and purple punctures above and under the collar showed the aftermath of multiple injections. He didn't have the time to look into what drugs it was, but Sebastian must have mingled types of them.

He glanced back to Sebastian and gathered up his courage. "Could he rest on the bed for a little? I can't check on him throughout like this."

Sebastian threw his hands in the air in mocked defeat.

"Alright," He sat on the edge of the bed, demonstrated no interest in helping. But he demanded. "Alec, get over here."

While Luke thought Alec wouldn't respond, the teenagers' legs twisted as he attempted to slide down and step on the floor. He was trembling badly that he suspected Alec could walk the whole way to the bed. The tied hands turned to a shade of violet, without thinking Luke took a blade from the floor and cut it swiftly. He didn't know this small gesture would scare the teenager; he tripped and tumbled, landed on his side.

Sebastian laughed heartlessly, wrapped his middle. "Oh Luke. Look what you did!"

He didn't find it funny at all, as Alec tried to crawl his way to Sebastian. Couldn't ignore the conscience Luke went to help Alec, he lifted him up by rounding his hand around the waist and let his feeble hand rested on his shoulder.

Alec leaned close to him, let the man take most of his weight. The bed was only five steps away, they made it easily with Luke's assistance. When they reached the destination Sebastian had stopped his laugh, inspecting Luke and how he gently put Alec down on the bed. Said teenager was on his back, legs hanging. Now Luke could see that a silver cock ring restraining his lower part.

"I need to remove it, sir. If not the tissue will be necrotic." Luke said while checking for more injury, and his heart lightened that Alec's swollen bottom wasn't bleeding or abraded. It was a good sign. His hands stopped around the hip.

"Do what you need to. I still want him in one piece." Sebastian said, "Alec, look at me."

Despite of the difficulties, Alec had his ocean blue eyes half-lidded. They were unfocused, stared at the general direction of his master. "You're not allowed to come." Sebastian commanded.

He flicked his fingers and the silver ring snapped into two parts, fell down on the sheet. Instantly Alec gasped and was moaning words mistily. Luke decided it would be the best not to touch his throbbing erection and took care of the welts first. He snaffled a jar which contained creams and a pair of plastic gloves, yet when he was putting them on Sebastian held tightly on his wrist, strength that only trained soldiers possessed.

"No gloves." Then the gloves were stolen and deposited on the ground. The thief smirked wickedly, moved next to Alec and took his left hand, fondling the knuckles.

Why would Sebastian do that? Bacteria could get into the opening and caused infection; certainly the dark man wouldn't want any of that.

Did he?

Acknowledged his hesitance Sebastian dictated, "Go on. Don't mind me." He glowered, with his wrath blotted out and only leaked by the seldom glisters in his black eyes. Against his will Luke coasted his bare fingers with a layer of milky yellow cream. Heedfully he spread it on the slashes, started from the chest. The newly scarred skins clearly exhibited the word Sebastian etched with a knife. Cocksucker, now with gashes smudged across.

Although the cream was neutral and soft, Alec cringed whenever he touched him. Unlike the brown powder he used before, this shouldn't induce such reaction, at least from his years of practical experience.

Discarded his dubiousness Luke carried on to the less severe abdomen. It was flat but had a vague outline of abs. When he tended the first wound Alec groaned in an emotion unknown to him. Luke raised his head to observe Alec's pale face, but jolted by what he saw.

Sebastian was patting the sweating head rested on his lap, sticking his fingers into the ruddy lips of Alec. The teenager amenably sucked on them, scowling due to his unpleasant state. Noticed his halt Sebastian looked into Luke's stunned eyes, licked his lips and caressed the marked neck. Alec jumped and bit down on Sebastian's fingers, sending the man hissed but didn't pull out. Luke now suddenly realized Alec's erection was brushing against his thigh through the denim jeans, as his right knee was between the flabby legs.

Quickly Luke rolled to his side, kneeling next to the shattered body.

Chuckled, Sebastian teased. "Luke, it's okay. You can have him." At the same time he inserted his finger deeper, did something that hurt to make Alec jerked his hands and clutched, one at Luke's sleeve.

Frightened by the invitation he replied, "No, sir. I shouldn't." With that he resumed applying the cream on the rest. Sebastian seemed to let him go, yet not Alec. As Luke moved to the arms areas, he reached out and grabbed the erection with his free hand. Alec trembled when he started to stroke it, slow and painfully. Luke controlled himself not to watch, concentrated on his work. It took him a while to hold the arm down since Alec tried to escape.

Luke bit the inside of his cheek; no matter what he did he was wrong.

After everything was done, Luke got off the bed on apace and decided to leave. However, he was stopped by Sebastian while bending down to pack the bag.

"Turn around, Luke."

Gritting, Luke repressed his fury and turned to face them, watching Alec being played within the fingers of Sebastian. Said man fastened his pace and Alec moaned like he was in heaven yet his knotted brows betrayed him. Luke wasn't sure if Alec was enjoying this, as to him it was rather a traumatized torment.

"Alec, you like being watched? You like him touches you, huh?" The humiliation continued when the teenager shook his head lightly, inky hairs stuck to his forehead. Unsatisfied by his answer his collar was shining white, buzzing as energy ready to release.

"Tell me, slut. Do you want to come?"

"Ah, ar – AH! Mas, master!" Alec squeaked when his erection was squeezed heavily, transparent fluid dripping out from the head.

"Come for Luke, Alec. He's looking at you." Luke froze and looked at Sebastian horrified — They were just in a game ruled by Sebastian, none could get away from their fates.

A few seconds later Alec's feet kicked up, whole body quivering and muscled tensed. He held his breath when he hit the climax, voice was killed inside his throat but let out a broken yelp. White semen launched from the hard-on and it landed on his belly, some were too sticky and attached on Sebastian's palm and fingers, who was still pumping in a slower speed.

"S – Master… please stop. Please!" Alec wriggled and begged, messed up further his erratic rate of breathing. Sebastian snickered and unwillingly let go of his grip, reached lower down to explore the private area that rarely being visited. As if only until then Sebastian was aware of Luke's uneasy presence, he exclaimed.

"Oh no! Sorry, Luke, I forgot you're still here. You can go now." He smiled, spoke again but stained with disapproval. "Next time don't refuse my request."

Nodded neatly Luke ran for the door. He passed through the same crew of Aristos he met earlier in the dining room and the guy yelled to his back, as Luke sped to his room.

"Hey! How is angel boy!"

They must have some inside jokes as all of them laughed, phrases like "fuck him til he begs", "deep throat" and "taste of cum" invaded his sensitive ears even though he had already turned the corner. Ignored curious glances shot at him along the way, he finally made through the hell.

Luke slid down against his door, buried his face in his palms.

He had no idea how Sebastian had the heart to do such thing on a boy. Sure he didn't know Alec at all, almost every time they met Alec was unconscious. They never talked, or shared anything. Still it was against his moral to be a bystander, watching a teenager abused by the cruel man, mentally and physically. He hadn't talked about this to the Clave yet, if he did they wouldn't allow him to do such thing that put his life and the operation at the risk of exposure. But god he would do it.

There were some planning to do.