Even though the drive home had been somewhat long, Adam's adrenalin was still up. His heart was thudding from the contact with Vegas. Heading inside and going downstairs, Adam opened Murphy's cell and went inside. Over the past couple years, he'd worked slowly with him, building a rapport. Now he took advantage of that, gathering him up in a hungry kiss that was clutching and desperate. He was turned on, ready to go, starving for Murphy's skin and taste from the powerful interaction with his twin.

Murphy's health was fading in and out. Some days he felt well and some he didn't. In three years he'd grown accustomed to not having his medication and breathing machine. He was sleeping when Adam came downstairs and he was pulled awake by the kiss and the clutching. For a second he tried to struggle but when he realized what was going on he just melted into it.

The feel of Murphy's body releasing its tension made Adam even more ravenous. He loved this boy so much he could hardly stand it. He kept kissing him, careful to allow for breath every now and again. He didn't care if the others could see or hear them, he started to kiss at Murphy's neck, licking down across his collarbone. "Want you," he growled.

"Right here?" Murphy asked softly, not really caring one way or another at this point. "Or upstairs?" Because he could handle either just as long as Adam didn't stop touching him.

"I don't know," he whispered against Murphy's skin. But it seemed like his body knew and he started to thrust his hips against Murphy. "Now," he decided upon, tugging at Murphy's pants. In the next cell over, Parker frowned. Adam had never done something like this before and he didn't often see him this eager unless he'd just brought home a new captive. Had a year passed? He hooked his fingers into the chain link and looked away from the way Murphy was yielding under Adam's attentions.

Murphy had long since lost his fight to Adam or to Parker. In fact there were times when he was downright eager to be with the two of them. He lifted his hips to make it easier for Adam to tug his pajama bottoms down and he wrapped his arms around his shoulders for something to hold onto.

Even though Parker always said not to resist, there was something in the way that Murphy reacted to Adam that made him think he wanted it too much. He grit his teeth and stood up, going into his little bathroom and slamming the door. Adam didn't eveen notice as he tugged his own pants down roughly. Letting his hips relax down onto Murphy, he rubbed them together, already achingly hard.

Murphy wasn't hard yet but it wasn't going to be long with the way they were reacting to one another. He smoothed his hands down Adam's back and he kicked off his pajama bottoms so he could hitch his knees up.

Murphy was a model captive. Adam felt that he truely understood what was going on here, that he appreciated what he was doing for him. Elijah seemed to understand too, but sometimes Adam wondered if it ran as deep as Murphy's understanding. He kept thrusting against him until he could push the head of his cock inside of Murphy.

Murphy cried out softly into the kiss, mostly just because they weren't using condoms and the only lubrication was Adam's precome. He dug his nails in and started to pant as he tried to breathe. "Adam." he murmured his name against his mouth. Something was different but he couldn't tell what.

Their voices were so different. He mused briefly over how before pushing farther inside. It hurt him a little too and he pulled back to slide a saliva slicked hand between them to ease the friction between them. As soon as he could, he started to fall into a rhythm.

Although there had been no arousal at first, it didn't take much for Adam to make him like it. As soon as the friction settled he wrapped one of his legs around his hip and he rocked against him, to let him know it was good.

Adam could hardly stand it. He lifted him up as best he could, pushing into him. Dropping his mouth down onto Murphy's, he nearly suffocated him with a rough kiss. His orgasm came fast and hard, bursting sticky heat into Murphy's body.

Murphy wasn't done yet but he didn't care. His head tipped back and he pulled his mouth away so that he could keep on breathing without an attack starting.

Adam knew that Murphy hadn't climaxed yet and his hand snaked between them so he could grip onto hiis cock. He wanted the others to hear Murphy come; he wanted to make the boy cry out knowing he'd only recently talked to Vegas.

Sometimes he didn't mind not coming because he always got short of breath and that scared him here. Adam's fingers drew a gasp out of him and he started shaking slightly. He moaned quietly, his hips rocking against his hand. "Adam... Oh Adam."

Adam was confident enough in his familiarity with Murphy's asthma by this time to play with it a little. He trusted himself to protect him from it, as if it was just another demon in Murphy's life Adam could shield him against. "You're the best like this, Murphy," he breathed against him.

The orgasm was swimming steadily closer and he wrapped his arms tighter around Adam. He had his head back, throat exposed, and he tried to keep breathing so that it wasn't such a big deal. "I am close, I am so close." he started panting.

Parker came out of the bathroom, unable to escape the sound. Murphy was enjoying it far too much. Reagan had given him a sense of hope again and he didn't like the way Murphy was rendered so wanton by Adam now. He threw himself down on the bed, pouting as Adam worked Murphy to climax.

Murphy had given up all hope and he was content to be Adam's sex slave at this point. He wiggled and squirmed and he arched up as he finally came. He was wheezing and struggling to catch his breath as he sank back into the bed.

Adam let him breathe, pulling awway from him to catch his own breath. That was one of the most satisfying quickies he'd ever had. It had everything to do with the control he felt he had over Murphy's life. "Come upstairs with me," he said after awhile.

"All right." He tugged up his pajama bottoms and moved to crawl off of the bed once Adam let him up. He looked over at Parker and gave him a tiny wave because he could see that he was awake. Murphy had tried so hard and for so long to talk to Parker and to get him to like him. Now he was just quiet, rather said anything to him.

Parker didn't have the heart not to wave back, so he did, but it wasn't the most pleasant of gestures. It was conflicted, frustrated. Adam tugged him upstairs into the living room and sat down with him on the couch. "I saw Vegas today."

Murphy fell easily onto the couch and when he heard Vegas' name he tensed up. "What?" He didn't know what to do now and he couldn't help but tense up and feel suddenly on edge.

Drawing him close, he wrapped his arms around the boy. "I went to see one of his sets. He doesn't play the piano anymore. Says you were better. I went to check on him for you."

------Lost Section------
Adam explains more about his encounter with Vegas, triggering a massive asthma attack for Murphy. It quickly becomes clear that Murphy does not want to recover from the attack and refuses help. Adam goes downstairs to get Parker. Parker tries to help Murphy with an inhaler and still Murphy refuses. Only until Parker begs Murphy not to leave him there alone does the boy allow himself to recover. When it comes out why Murphy had the attack, Parker is so infuriated that he attacks Adam, bolstered by his recent talks with Reagan about hope and fighting back. Adam reacts and knocks Parker clear across the room, causing Murphy to launch himself at Adam and attack as well.
------/Lost Section------

Murphy tried hitting him but it was all but useless. "Don't you ever hit him. Don't you ever put your hands on him." Murphy screamed, wheezing as he tried to get the volume of his voice where he wanted it, buit he couldn't.

Adam dropped back, head resting on the floor as he released Murphy. If the boy wanted to hit him, then fine. "I'll do what I want. He's mine, not yours."

Murpy could barely hold himself up and he started sobbing against Adam's chest. "Don't go near my brother ever again or I will kill myself and if you hurt Parker or touch him in a way he doesn't want I will kill myself. And then you won't have me."

Adam felt sick and he pushed Murphy off of him gently. It felt like breaking up, like finding out the truth about a relationship. "Parker," he said. "Take him back downstairs." He could barely hold the bile back. "Tell him I'm sorry." Parker looked up, surprised that he wasn't going to get severely punished. Getting to his feet, he tugged Murphy off the ground. "Come on."

Murphy let Parker pull him up and he kept right on crying because he still couldn't breathe and he was so upset. He grabbed his inhaler as Parker pulled him up and he kept it with him as they went back downstairs.

Not about to lock Murphy in a different cell, he laid the boy down on his own bed and stayed there with him. He didn't say anything, immediately reminded of awhile before when Murphy was coming happily beneath Adam.

Murphy was just quiet and he said nothing for a long time. "I love you, Parker. I am sorry." He turned over and tucked his arm under his head.

Not knowing how to take that, he looked down at Murphy for a long silent moment. Finally, he spoke. "You don't have to protect me. I took it just fine long before you got here. I don't want you to get hurt trying to save me from something I don't mind."

"I don't care anymore." Murphy didn't. "I thought it was fine, I thought I could just be with him and enjoy it. And then it wouldn't hurt. But I can't." he reminded him of Vegas. "I just want him to kill me."

"I care," Parker snapped. "I fucking care. You don't get to bail. That may sound harsh, but you don't get to leave us here."

"I'll stay for you. But if he hurts you I will kill myself." Because it was the best punishment he could think of for Adam and he was so tired of hearing him come back hurt and so tired of seeing the bruises.

Parker frowned. "Right, because after he hurts me, it'll make it even better if you hurt yourself." He pressed his hand to Murphy's back. "Don't threaten things like that. I used to do that to my family and all it did was hurt tthem."

"He won't do it, because he won't risk losing one of his pets just because he needs to hit someone." He knew he was going to die here, he was resigned to it now.

"You're starting to sound like me," he said and he didn't like it. "Your voice is hollow." He tugged Murphy up into his lap. "Murphy, please stay hopeful. I count on you more than you think."

Murphy leaned his head against Parker's shoulder and he wrapped his arms around his shoulders. "I love you, you don't even like me at all." He frowned. "I am going die here. I'm not gonna make it out."

"You're going to make it out fine. We all are." He was really starting to believe that. "And I don't know what you mean that you love me. But I like you very much."

"I love you. You are my family." He also had a weird sexual obsession with Parker because of the way they were always forced together.

The mention of family eased Parker's nerves and he kissed the top of Murphy's head. "I am," he reassured him. "We're all family." He held Murphy more tightly. "I was afraid that maybe you were falling for Adam, you know."

"No. Maybe. I don't know. I can't leave here." he sighed softly and closed his eyes. "I am going to die here or be here until he does. And then I will starve to death."

"You can't leave?" He wasn't sure he understood what Murphy meant. "You think we won't be found or you're afraid to leave?" Parker was too actually. Five years had rendered him emotionally useless, but the thought that Callaway was waiting for him made him want to try.

"Seth won't wait for me." He whispered softly and buried his head against Parker's neck. "I am too different now." And he was horrified to be alone. "Adam loves me, he'll keep me even if you all get away."

"Why wouldn't Seth wait for you? I'd wait for you." It was true. Had Parker been in Seth's shoes, he would have waited for Murphy. He smoothed his hand over the boy's hair, trying to comfort him. He leaned back against the wall, keeping Murphy in his lap.

Murphy had calmed down a lot and he laid against Parker's chest so that they were close together. Eventually he ended up falling asleep like that.