birdwithoutasong | Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

It was a low blow, Wesley knows. He just felt for a moment that he could just leave this hellhole and be content with having Dominic pulled out with him. But that's not true. Even if they'd get out, he'd be going back in five minutes after the drugs wear off.

He sighs and pulls up from the ground. "I know," he says as he pulls Dominic up as well and yanks him close, arm wrapping around his waist possessively. "Let's go back."

Dominic does lean into that touch, feeling his body against Wesley and there's something soothing about that, reassuring on a level past what the drugs can influence.

He lets himself breathe in Wesley's scent. "Together," he agrees, and they start to walk.

The sweetest things he says. Wesley snorts fondly and buries his nose for a moment in Dominic's hair, inhaling him.

"Yeah," he says simply and grabs Dominic's hand as they start the walk back.

On the way Dominic's hand is an anchor to his shot nerves. Every little sound and rustle makes his heart beat faster, makes his blood pump. His instincts say to hunt and find out what's hiding in the bushes there. But Dominic keeps him grounded to the goal of getting back to the camp and ending this charade.

Dominic just rests against Wesley for that moment, understanding him and how important he is to Dominic. This place can't take that away from them.

And Dominic's hand grips Wesley tight, refusing to allow that anything might come between them. This place has taken so much already, it cannot have the only thing that really matters.

Everything else, they will handle.

Edited 2019-05-19 23:36 (UTC)

This is a whole new level of fucked up. Wesley stares at Dominic whose been adorned with a bracelet that means business. He knows that. Somewhere inside him, a bell is ringing, urging him to act out, urging him to fight back.

He looks at Dominic with frown, his eyes pleading, his mouth twisted in anger. They are waiting for a volunteer to dominate this submissive. His fucking submissive.

There's really no need to talk. Dominic knows exactly what he's thinking, Wesley doesn't need to say it aloud. Is this one of those things he needs to do prove that he's not a threat? Is this one of those things that is required?

He steps forward, still undecided what it's going to be. The guards turn to look at him, smiling like hyenas. Fucking assholes the bunch of them.

This is something they can deal with.

Dominic will repeat that over and over again until it's true, until he can make it show in his eyes strongly enough that Wesley will see it and be comforted by it.

When Wesley steps forward, Dominic raises his eyebrows, doesn't quite nod but it's all but there in him. He'd rather it be Wesley in this role than anything else, and Dominic stops fighting the hold on him to wait and see.

If there has to be this kind of a spectacle, it's going to be Wesley doing this and no one fucking else. He doesn't like the idea of Dominic fucking around in the first place but this in particular gets the hairs at the back of Wesley's neck rise with irritation.

"I'll do it," he says finally and grabs the shock bracelet from the guard closest to him. "Gimme that."

He glares at the man while slipping the bracelet on his own wrist before he pushes past him to Dominic. "Hands off my submissive," says and it's not a request even if he kind of has to pretend it is. Apparently this is behaviour that is acceptable because the guards let Dominic go and Wesley can gather him close with an arm around his waist.

"We're not rutting here like some animals," he continues. "He's not a piece of meat for you to enjoy. I want a private room."

Dominic doesn't like being protected because he doesn't like needing protection. He wants to be able to stand up for himself, and he knows that a lot of this hasn't been easy for Wesley, doesn't want to make things any more difficult.

He doesn't like the collar, he doesn't like this place, but all he does is wrap his foot around Wesley's ankle when Wesley gathers him close. He knows it won't help right now if he tries to stand up for himself so he lets Wesley do it. He's fantasizing about stabbing one of the guards -- especially when the man lets his eyes deliberately linger on Dominic.

"There are rules," the guard warns.

Tell me, are the words still paralyzed?

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