→ Oliver had been considering a redo. But Robin's condition was far too interesting to simply destroy him and go look for something more manageable. That would be admitting something was too tough for him to handle. One, he hated admitting that. Two, he wasn't going to look weak in front of Harris. Listening at the door to Robin's little enclosure, Oliver strained to hear any signs of life, or beast. It was late the next afternoon and he'd finally worked up the courage to go back down into the basement.

→ After a long twenty-four hours in his wolf form, Robin had shifted back into his human form and was laying on the floor near the cot. He was exhausted and starving and he had no energy to even lift his head. The boy had been there for days with nothing to eat and while that didn't spell death for a human, Robin was on the precipice because of his metabolism. He was dying and he was scared and all he wanted to do was go home one last time because he didn't want to die alone in some stranger's basement.

→ Hearing nothing dangerous, Oliver opened the door and peered inside to find Robin back to normal. He was used to humans at their weakest, standing on the very brink of death. According to his calculations, Robin should be far from that, but he held the stink of something that was dying. Well, if anything was going to kill the thing, it wasn't going to be lack of nutrition. Going back upstairs, Oliver prepared a quick meal of cheese sandwiches, tomato soup, and some milk. Returning, he hoisted Robin up onto the bed. "You're going to eat." He said plainly.

→ Robin didn't have to be told to eat but he was going to need help doing it. The boy could barely keep his head up, let alone feed himself an entire meal. "Meat." He said. He needed something with a lot of protein and he didn't think that cheese sandwiches and tomato soup would be enough. Robin was starving.

→ "You can barely move, but you have enough energy to complain about the food?" Oliver snapped, putting the spoon down into the soup with a frustrated plop. He'd since pushed the whole wolf-thing to the back of his brain, yet 'meat' did make sense. Oliver frowned and got back up, going to see what he had upstairs in the meat department. Packages of lunchmeat, some hamburger he cooked up into patties, and hot dogs.

→ When he came down with the hamburger and hotdogs, it wasn't ideal but it was better than nothing. Robin let Oliver help him sit up slightly and he devoured everything he could get even remotely close to his mouth. It was about this time that Harris came down and he leaned in the doorway, just watching.

→ "Cheese sandwiches?" He asked Harris calmly, as if Robin wasn't wolfing down meat. To get Robin in top condition probably wasn't in their best interest, so Oliver wasn't exactly quick to ask if that was enough food.

→ Coming away from the door, he took one of the sandwiches and then stood beside the bed, watching Robin eat. "He smells bad." Harris made a bit of a face at the two sitting on the bed. "Can we give him a bath so that we can play with him later?"

→ Regarding Robin briefly, he nodded. "Yes, I think that's a good idea." Harris was right about the smell. Running his hand gently through Robin's hair, he sighed. "Help me get him upstairs?" They would wash him in the large basin tub in the bathroom off of Oliver's bedroom.

→ "It is a good thing he is small." Harris said, finishing off his sandwich before he moved to grab a hold of the other boy. "How are we going to get him up there? Should I get his legs?"

→ "Yes." Oliver pointed at the boy's ankles as he went around to scoop him up beneath his shoulders. Hauling him like little more than a piece of furniture, he backed up until he could feel the stairs behind him. Oliver stepped carefully until they were all the way in the bathroom and Robin was lying on the floor as Oliver filled the tub. "There's something strange about him, Harris. I fear this just won't go as we'd hoped, but don't worry--we'll get another one and he will be perfect."

→ "I am right here." Robin finally said, sick of listening to them talk about him like he wasn't right there, being lugged up the steps by the two of them. "He's kind of rude, isn't he?" harris jept on ignoring him.

→ Oliver grinned at Harris's blatant disregard for Robin. "Take his clothes off. Or whatever scraps are left of them." There was something inherently dirty about those words, as if Oliver would take particular pleasure in watching Harris disrobe the kid.

→ There was no hesitation as he pulled what was left of Robin's clothes off of him so he could put him in the bath. Harris took his time, touching Robin in ways that made him squirm. Once the clothes were gone he looked over at Oliver and smiled. "He's ready."

→ He felt weak in the knees watching it. A small part of him wondered if he'd created more of a monster than he was. Perhaps he would run Harris's symptoms by his therapist and see what she said. Hauling Robin up, he plopped him down into the tub, sloshing water over the edge and onto his shirt. He didn't mind though, the best things left messes behind.

→ Once he was in the water, Robin sank down and Harris had to haul him back up. Then his hands raked through Robin's hair so that it was slicked back out of his face. Then he grabbed the shampoo so he could wash it. "Are we going to fuck him first or play first?"

→ Oliver used a sponge on Robin's body, scrubbing down the front of him, pushing the soap beneath the water to wash over his skin. He lingered in certain spots, sliding his hand down the front of Robin, he pressed fingers against his thigh. "However the mood strikes." He nearly purred.

→ Robin wanted to cry but even after eating he still didn't have the energy to even begin to fight them off. He washed Robin"s hair and then used a cup to pour water over his head to rinse him off. Then he got up to get one of the toothbrushes from under the sink to brush his teeth.

→ Once the cleaning was complete, Oliver drained the tub and drug Robin out of it. He tried to get him to stand so that he could dry the boy off, this time quite eager to get the job done so that he could get Robin onto the bed.

→ Harris helped, rubbing his head with the towel so that his hair was at the very least not dripping all over the place. When he was tried he helped Oliver get him up off of the floor. "Should we tranq him?"

→ "I think he's weak enough." Granted Oliver didn't know for certain, but he didn't want to risk Robin losing consciousness. Victims who were awake were far more fun. Before dumping Robin on the bed, he got a vinyl sheet out of the linen closet and laid it down on the bedspread. When he set Robin's body down, it crinkled with the antiseptic sound of plastic.

→ The fact that he was being laid down on Vinyl made him nervous and Robin struggled to sit up but couldn't manage. "If you let me go now I will never tell them what happened and they won't hunt you down and kill you." Robin said to Oliver, trying to convince him since he seemed to be in charge.

→ Tipping his head to the side with mock innocence, Oliver smiled. "Who would hunt us down and kill us?" Maybe Robin was telling the truth, but he wasn't afraid of being found. There was some strange stuff going on here, but one thing he was certain of was his ability to hide. He put his knees down on the bed, pushing Robin back firmly, keeping his hand on his chest.

→ Harris crawled onto the bed beside them, eager to play with Robin. "My pack. They will tear you to pieces if you hurt me. It isn't too late to let me go. It's not too late." Robin's eyes gave away that he was scared. They were round and terrified and Harris liked them that way. He drew his fingertip down Robin's nose and then over his lips before he caught a hold of his lip ring.

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→ Sorry! My mom called, I'm back

→ Oliver watched in rapt expectation, thinking that rings like that just deserved to be yanked out; they begged for it. He sat back, pressing his thighs back on Robin's thighs and smoothing his hand down his stomach. He wanted to create a sharp contrast from what might be pain.

→ The same thought crossed through Harris' mind and after a few gentle tugs he ripped it right out. Robin cried out, blood gushing down his chin from his lip. He tried to lift a hand to cover his mouth but Harris stopped him. "It looks pretty on his skin. The red against the white."

→ Robin was pale. Reaching up, he drew a hand across the large droplets, smearing red down Robin's neck and chest before putting his hand up to Harris's mouth. He made blood marks across his lips, down his chin like some gorey war paint before he leaned in to kiss him.

→ Robin tried to pull his head away but Harris kept it in line so that Oliver could kiss him. The whimpers stayed fairly constant as he squeezed his eyes shut and tried to pretend like he was anywhere else.

→ If I stop replying then I fell asleep but im gonna try to keep going

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→ Raising up, he put his mouth on Harris's this time, sharing the taste between them. It was an animalistic kiss and the energy rising from within Oliver nearly brushed down against Robin's wolf. There was something similar about them. "Maybe he is perfect." Oliver said, lips still against Harris.

→ Kissing him back, Harris reveled in it and he licked the blood away from his lover's mouth and his chin. One of his hands found Robin's body and he slid it down, touching him as he kissed Oliver. "I think he is."

→ That was pleasing. Oliver dropped back to look at Robin, putting his face back down so that they were close. "Will your pack kill us for sure now?" It wasn't that he didn't believe Robin had a 'pack,' it was that if Robin was an example, Oliver wasn't so afraid.

→ "Yes." The word was strangled because as soon as he opened his mouth to speak, harris wrapped his fingers around Robin's cock and gave him a firm squeeze

→ "Even if you come? You know if you come it means that you liked it." As he spoke, his tongue flicked out to catch a bit of blood still dripping from Robin's mouth. Oliver's touches were infinitely soft, smoothing over Robin's hair, and cheek. He could make anything seem like love.

→ "They'll kill you.' Robin said, his voice almost a growl but he couldn't get it quite there. Harris started to stroke his cock, watching as Oliver touched him and kissed him. It was making Harris hard and so he dropped his other hand to the front of Oliver's pants to get him there too.

→ Oliver wheeled on Harris quickly, pushing his hand away. "No," with little emotion except for that which came through in his eyes. "I want to watch you fuck him. That's how I want to get off." Because the jealousy would be almost too much to stand and it would coil in the pit of his stomach and make his anger feed into pleasure.

→ "All right." Harris smiled and he stood up so he could strip off his clothing. He was hard and ready and never the type to wait for anything and he didn't plan on waiting for this if he didn't have to.

→ The fact that Harris was so eager made Oliver twitch ever so slightly with annoyance. Of course he'd want to fuck Robin, who wouldn't? Glancing down at the bloody face with utter contempt, Oliver looked as if he could kill the creature right then. Slipping off his shirt, he leaned back to see how Harris would handle it.

→ Not wanting Robin to be able to fight back even a little, Harris flipped him over onto his stomach and then pushed his legs apart. With nothing more than a palm full of spit as lubricant, he shoved his way inside with all the grace of a first timer. Robin screamed, his head buried down against the pillow and his fingers gripped the sheets loosely.

→ The scream, at least, was satisfying. Oliver imagined for a moment that it was he himself causing the boy so much pain. But he didn't move, just stared at the way Harris showed absolutely no mercy.

→ The first few thrusts were rough but Robin started bleeding and that served as better lubricant than the spit ever had. Harris' hips were erratic and rough and he leaned down to bite along the bakc of

→ Robin's shoulder, hard enough to break the skin.

→ Finally, Oliver shimmied out of his pants, the excitement getting to him too much to resist. Poor Robin and his mewling sounds. Where Harris broke the skin, Oliver ran over with his tongue. With his cheek pressed down to Robin's shoulderblades, Oliver looked up at Harris with a slight smirk.

→ "I love you, Oli." Harris said, still going as hard as he could managed against Robin. He was even hurting himself slightly but he didn't care because right now he just wanted to make the other boy realize who he belonged to.

→ Oliver wanted to tell Harris that was a lie, that he saw right through it, but instead he shut his eyes and tried to remind himself that Harris was trustworthy, Harris was his. His hand found the plain of Harris's stomach and the tips of his fingers pressed into its softness as the rocking motion continued. Finally, he wrapped his free hand around his erection and let out a sigh.

→ when oliver started to touch himself, harris started to pant a little more and he thrust his body harder, really wanting to make Oliver enjoy this. It was all about him. Really. Proving to Oliver that he could do this.

→ Logically, he could tell himself that was true, but often times his emotions got the better of him. At the moment, he was too far gone too care one way or another. Reaching up blindly, he grabbed for Harris's shoulder, bending his body in half so that he could kiss Oliver while still pushing into Robin.

→ Harris kissed him, his tongue forcing it's way into Oliver's mouth. That led quickly to his undoing and he finally came, spilling into the wolf. He groaned and pushed a few more times before letting his hips stop.

→ Oliver had lost it as well, feeling complete release into relaxation. Sometimes this was the only path to quiet the negative thoughts swirling around his head, tormenting his brain. He held on to Harris like a lifeline, forgetting completely about the creature beneath them.

→ Robin was crying, his body and mind a little more broken than he was used to. He started howling, crying out for Hunter or any of his pack. Someone had to hear him.

→ The sound raked discomfort down Oliver's spine and he sat up to roll Robin over. The upstairs wasn't very soundproof, or at least he hadn't checked it recently. "Stop it." Oliver said, as if that would be enough to shut Robin up.

→ Robin kept on howling, his beast crying out beyond what his human body should have been capable off. Harris clamped his hands over his ears, really not liking that sound at all.

→ Oliver grit his teeth, wrapping his arms around Robin and yanking him backwards. They needed to get him downstairs, locked up where no one would hear the incredibly sad cacophony. "Help me." Oliver ordered as he drug the howling body.

→ Harris got up off of the bed and ent to help him pick Robin up to carry him downstairs. The wolf didn't stop howling, in fact it got louder as they carried him down to the put that Harris finally just dropped his legs and slammed his hand over Robin's mouth. He couldn't hit him hard enough to knock him out but it got him to stop howlign for a minute, too dazed to keep making the noise.

→ The reprieve was much welcomed as Oliver put him inside the room. Their fun was always cut short with this one and Oliver frowned. "We'll have to kill him soon." Maybe he was admitting defeat, but these were extraordinary circumstances.

→ "I want to do it." Harris said. This one was his and he wanted to take care of the problem. "I want to strangle him to death." Because he wanted to be able t owatch the life leave those pretty blue eyes. "We can do it tomorrow." Before he gained any strength back or before he got weaker from lack of food.

→ It was good thinking, good timing on Harris's part and Oliver nodded stiffly. "You should take a shower. I'll go clean up the mess." Really, Oliver enjoyed cleaning up the mess because it was full of memories from the act he could relive.

→ "All right." He leaned in and brushed a soft kiss across his mouth and then he pulled away so that he could go upstairs and take a shower. Harris had wanted this one to last longer but he supposed that if they had to kill him there wasn othing that he could do about it.

→ Oliver had to smile at Harris's calmness about this whole ordeal. He was afraid to think it, but Oliver was certain he'd found his perfect match. It made him shudder happily inside as he climbed the stairs.