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[c0pyb0t512]

"Why do you keep rubbing your eyes? Is somethig wrong?"

Declan’s eyes burned, stung and felt generally dry and irritated. They’d been like this all day and were causing him to scratch and rub at them every few minutes. He thought he’d been discreet and that Mathias wouldn’t notice since Dec was at his regular place at the computer whilst Mads watched TV on the sofa. Apparently not. “P-probably n-nothing,” Dec mumbled. “Just- just feel weird.” He felt his face burn red as he tried to focus on the computer. Mads was going to make him get it checked out, he hated clinics and hospitals - the chemicals they used to clean them always reminded him of… Bad Things. 

[c0pyb0t512]

"I am not some object to be bought and sold!"

Declan looked at the boy curiously, Mama had promised him a pet to play with and all of them had seemed dull until now. This one was pretty, he had hair like the sun and a mark on his face that was a beautiful shade of red, like his own but much nicer. Softer.

“I w-want this one,” he said to the large man who was chaperoning Declan and his Mama. He stared at the boy as he spoke, his voice nervous and shaking, he bit his lip as he stared at the other boy. He desperately wanted to touch him now but Mama said he couldn’t.

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"Long live the king."

Declan gulps at the words, Mathias is forcing him to type - a message to all of the people’s worked for. The words whispered into his ear by his partner shouldn’t be so menacing but it is - Declan is rarely scared of Mathias, he doesn’t have any reason to… But now he certainly is. Right now, Declan is shaking, he never thought Mathias would force him to do anything and perhaps he should have taken the other’s demands that Declan stopped working for anyone but him seriously. If he had, maybe he wasn’t going to be forced to do this. The King, that’s what Mathias calls himself. The boy king, is what everyone else says - of course, people have guessed the infamous hacker c0pyb0t512′s connection to the crime boss. They’ll know precisely who he’s referring to. Declan’s instructions are clear, he’s to type those words as a message to every hacker and criminal he knows alongside a particularly viscous piece of malware of Declan’s design. It was his own idea, a long time ago - but it was supposed to be if necessary. He never thought Mathias would use it against him.“Fine, fine, I’ll fucking- fucking say it- okay? I’ll do it,” Declan stammers. If he doesn’t he’ll lose Mads. He can’t lose Mads.

[c0pyb0t512]

"How does it feel to think in my voice?"

The words come as a whisper from behind him, and they’d make Declan jump if he weren’t too terrified to move. He swallows, he feels Mathias’ presence behind him and normally that’s comforting - but right now he feels like he’s under scrutiny… As if one wrong turn could result in him being hurt or something else. Declan was sure Mathias would never hurt him but he thought he’d never scare him either. “I- It’s…” Declan stops for a moment, voice wavering and small. “Safe, it makes me feel safe,” he ends, surprising himself with the statement. He’s terrified but in a weird way - it’s true he does feel safe. Mathias is control of Declan now. Stupid, dopey Declan can’t look after himself. It’s better this way, right?

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"All you need is me."

Declan froze when Mathias spoke, his eyes hardening with a possessive edge that Declan had never seen before. He gulped and exhaled, for a moment feeling a little scared. “I don’t- what do you mean?” Declan asked as he felt Mathias pull the other into his arms and cling to him - an affectionate action that now felt as if it had a sinister edge to it.

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"Kill them. Kill them all. Make them suffer."

Declan was terrified. Mads wasn’t like this usually, he was pacing up and down frantically in front of Dec’s place on the sofa. He sat with his arms around his bent leg and his head on his knees. Mads had found out about Harrison, the psychiatric nurse turned drug dealer who had hurt Declan so many years ago. So Mads had put it, in Dec’s mind at the time he had a much older boyfriend who took care of him - in reality he was a scared sixteen year old boy who was being groomed by his nurse. And Mads wanted to avenge that boy. Declan wasn’t sure. “I- I know, t-that’s what we d-do to people who- who hurt us, r-right? Hurt them. B-but k-kill them?” This entire situation felt terrifying and surreal. “E-especially not- H-harrisson isn’t b-bad. Not- not really. And. I g-got him f-fired, I d-did enough just… L-leave it, p-please?”

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"I can't do this anymore, this hurts too much, I'm going to scream."

“I-It’s okay my-my p-prince,” Declan said softly, he stroked Mathias’ blonde curls as his eyes nervously flitted to the door waiting for the back alley doctor they called to bang on it at any moment. The other had just come home, bleeding and bruised, in agony but had somehow summoned the strength to get home. Now here he was, collapsed on the floor and in Declan’s arms - hoping that help would be here soon. “It’s- it’s g-going to be o-okay, I p-promise, he’ll be-be here s-soon.”

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“M-mads?” Declan stammered, his throat dry and his body weak. He was curled up on his side in the middle of their living room, his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were tear-stained. He felt like his stomach was both empty and filled with rats clawing at the lining, trying to get to his organs. There was a pool of bloody vomit next to him as he hadn’t been able to stand up and get to the bathroom. He reached out shakily, his limbs fragile and tried to grab at Mathias’ shirt, his grip barely a brush against him. “Y-your v-vi-vicodin, took- took too m-much I- I think.”