→ Having taken two weeks off from work, Oliver laid on his bed, staring hard at nothing, imagining he could see the particles of air dancing in front of his face. Squinting, he reached up his hand to clasp a handful of the matter, wondering if bits of the boys he'd loved in that house were still lingering in the air he and Harris breathed. He'd taken so much time off of work because he wanted to bring their prey home today, and he didn't trust Harris to be left alone with him.

→ Coming into the room, Harris stood in the doorway for a moment, just watching Oliver as he grabbed at thin air. Folding his arms over hsi chest, he waited to see if Oliver was going to just lay there and do that all day. He waited a few minutes and then finally just cleared his throat. "What are you doing? I thought we were going to go today?" To get their boy, to get their Robin. He'd been waiting him, they both had, and he wanted him now.

→ The impatience of his companion was both a thrill and an annoyance. Taking his own sweet time to answer, he wanted to make sure Harris knew who was in control here. "I'm thinking. Things like this take time, Harris. Patience." He could hear the eagerness in Harris's voice and it prodded his own impatience into action. Sitting up, he swung his legs over the edge of the bed, smoothing down his pants as he stood up. "Let's go."

→ It was about time, seriously. Letting out a sigh of relief that they were going to be able to go and get the kid today he just walked over to Oliver and wrapped his arms around his waist to give him a tight squeeze. Then he let go and turned around. "Are we driving? how are we doing this? how is it going to go down?"

→ Oliver had to remind himself that although Harris had been through this himself before, he was new to the process. He paused a moment to ponder if it would do himself any good to go through an experience like Harris. It would be impossible to recreate though, so he put it from his mind. "The van is equipped. All you have to do is lead him back to the parking lot." He was going to leave that up to Harris because he knew he could do it.

→ "All right." Smiling, he headed out to the van and he just waited by the door for Oliver. WHen the boy made it out into the garage he went ahead and slid in to the van. He was anxious, sort of bouncing a little as he waited. This wasn't happening fast enough.

→ As much as Harris pushed, Oliver pulled. The slow motion tying of his shoes he found particularly delightful, leveling a sort of punishment against Harris just for being. When he was finally in the van, he started it up, and drove to the logical place for Robin to be at that time of day. They'd done enough research to know his habits very well. "You're on." He pointed out the window across the expanse of grass in the park, having spotted Robin.

→ "How should I do it?" he asked. "He doesn't seem the type to go for someone asking him out, like I did for you." Harris watchedh im for a moment and then looked back over at Oliver. "Should I make something up about my dog being missing? How should I do it?"

→ "You could hold a gun to his back." Oliver laughed, finding the idea of using something so profoundly barbaric in a situation like this to be hilarious. "You don't think he'd go for someone like you asking him out?" He glanced Harris up and down. "You wanted him--maybe it's because deep down you knew he'd want you back."

→ "Is that why you picked me? Because you knew that I would want you back?" He kind of liked the idea that Oliver knew he would want him, that that was why he'd picked him. "Because I did. It was easy to get me, for you, I bet."

→ Oliver nodded. "Yes." There was a cosmic brand of happenstance that came along with the selection of prey. Everything in the universe came together for the perfect choice, the looks, the desire, the setting. "One of the reasons. I'm not saying everyone I've ever wanted has wanted me back, but there's--it's hard to describe."

→ That made him smile and he leaned in to press a soft kiss to Oliver's mouth. "I will just judge how I think I should ask him when I get up to him. You'll be ready for me here?" He put his hand on his leg, a whole new level of calm after hearing what Oliver had said.

→ The calm washed straight from Harris to Oliver through that touch. It was nothing less than purely magical and Oliver wondered what he'd done right to deserve such a prize. That thought frightened him briefly though, because if Harris was his prize, what would happen if he lost it? What if this Robin boy stole Harris away from him? He swallowed, trying to remember the things his therapist told him. Logic. Reason. Evidence. Live in the moment. "I'll be ready for you both."

→ Getting out of the van, Harris closed the door and he started to walk over towards Robin. The boy was more or less oblivious and didn't see Harris until he walked right up on him. The two talked for a few minutes and Harris made Robin laugh a little. And after nearly ten minutes, Robin stood up and picked up his backpack to go with Harris. Harris just smiled and kept on chatting with him.

→ Barely able to stand the excitement and jealousy all mixed up inside of him, Oliver watched them like a hawk. Each and every movement was logged away in his elephant's memory to be used for whatever purpose suited him the best later. Preparing himself, Oliver got out of the van, dousing a cloth with ether, all the while looking as if he was just some janitor, organizing his supplies.

→ When they got to the van, he talked to him and he tried to keep him distracted enough to get the back door open and get the kid inside. He had Robin laughing at somethingwhen he opened the back door and nudged the boy inside. Robin slid up into the back easily, willing to go. That was until he turned around and saw Oliver there.

→ Oliver waved, taking more pleasure in frightening Robin than he had when he was hunting for himself. Wrapping a deft arm around the boy, he pushed the cloth to his nose and mouth, crushing his palm full of ether into his airways, feeling his body go slack. "Shut the door." He told Harris. They had to be quick about this now.

→ Harris climbed into the van and shut the door, helping Oliver hold Robin still as they knocked him out with the ether. It took a little longer than he expected and Harris tried to remember how long it had taken him to go down when Oliver had drugged him. Not that long, he thought. "He's a fighter." He muttered when the boy's body finally went limp.

→ With only a moderate amount of concern over the length of time it had taken, Oliver nodded at Harris's comment. "So it would seem." He looked down at the sleeping Robin, touching his fingertips to the boy's forehead, unnerved by the heat that was coming off of him. Still, he'd never been wrong in choosing prey before, so he was hardly too worried about this now. "Let's get home." He liked using that word, 'home.' It wasn't just his home anymore, it was Harris's too.

→ With a smile, Harris nodded. He nudged him over onto his back and he pushed Robin's head back, smoothing his hand through the boy's hair. Then he got up and went to the front of the van, buckling himself in. "all right. Let's go home." He said it too, glad to say it.

→ Climbing into the front as well, Oliver stole a precious few moments of their time to lean over and pull Harris into a kiss by the collar of his shirt. It was rough and possessive, a glimpse of the inner turmoil going on in Oliver's head right then. "You're mine." He said through the kiss. "Remember."

→ "How could I ever forget?" He said in a breathy whisper, his mouth still allb ut pressed against Oliver's. "let's get our pet home so we can play with him." Harris wondered how long they would be able to keep him alive and how long it would take for him to get bored and want him dead.

→ Oliver wondered the same things as he drove. It was a fairly long drive because it was safer to hunt away from where one lived. Still, there needed to be the convenience of access, so it was a necessary evil to be at least a little close to his own hunting grounds. The hedges down his driveway hid the process of unloading Robin and taking him downstairs to the all too familiar basement room where he had kept Harris. "You cuff him." He tugged the handcuffs for this one out of his pocket. His strength seemed to require more than simply ropes.

→ Once Robin was settled against the wall in the basement, he cuffed him with the handcuffs to the pipe so that his arms were up over his head. He hoped the boy came to after a while but for the moment he was still sagged forward, his chin resting against his chest.

→ It was only then that Oliver felt he could get a truely good look at their captive. Kneeling down in front of him, he lifted his chin up so that he could see his face. "He seems so young." He thought out loud as he stared at him.

→ "He really is pretty." Trailing his thumb across the boy's lip he toyed with the lip ring. "Do you think I should get something pierced? I like the way it looks on him." he tugged it between his fingers and Robin groaned a little bit, his head lifting. "Shit. Oliver? He's waking up."

→ Poking his head out of the bedroom, Oliver watched Robin stir. Frowning, he walked calmly forward and tugged Harris protectively back from the waking captive. "You were out for much longer. I'm glad we didn't wait too long." Because sometimes Oliver took his sweet time, getting to know the victim before he even woke up.

→ Harris leaned back against Oliver, turning his body against his. "He's going to be angry when he wakes up. Was I very angry or was I just scared?" He ran his hand up and down Oliver's side and he kissed at his jaw. "What will we do to him first?"

→ "You don't remember?" He asked blithely, covering a bit of edge to his voice. It was wrong of him to expect a drugged, terrified creature to remember the first moments of its torture. "You were mostly scared--they often are." He'd only had one truly ferocious victim and he had excited Oliver beyond all else. But it had ended quick and violently. It was hard to resist Harris's touch and focus on the tasks at hand. "We'll do whatever we want--whatever feels right. Kiss him, bite him, get him off, make him love you and fear you all at the same time."

→ "I like that idea." he smiled as he heard another groan come from the boy and he watched as his head lolled to the side. It took Robin a few minutes to come to but once he was awake he was awake. His head lifted and his eyes glanced around, back and forth quickly until they focused on Harris and Oliver. "What's going on?" his voice was groggy, hoarse.

→ "Nothing's going on yet." Oliver informed Robin. "You're just waking up. Look around, take it all in." Perhaps they would play good cop/bad cop. Oliver with a cruel twist, Harris with a kind follow up. "Since this is the place where you're going to die, you should get familiar with it. Very few people get the chance."

→ When he said that, Robin looked back in his direction. "You don't want to upset me, you really don't." Because he knew if he shifted here he would tear the two of them apart. It had been days since he'd shifted and now he knew it was going to happen if he got the least bit stressed.

→ Sensitive to oddities, Oliver caught a flicker of the unusual in Robin. But he was cocky too and he smirked, folding his arms over his chest. This was a unique experience for him. Instead of looking at this victim with unabashed love and adoration, he held a shred of contempt for him. This, in his mind, was sort of his competition, a cruel love triangle of which Harris was the crux. "Oh no?" He knelt down and drew his finger over Robin's cheek. "You're right--we wouldn't want to upset our guest."

→ Tilting his head to the side, he turned his head and bit his bottom lip. Closing his eyes, he clenched his fingers into fists and he started to shake. "Get away from me, stop touching me." Robin tried to get him away and he started kicking at Oliver.

→ Robin had come completely out of the effects of ether very quickly. It surprised him and he had to jump back a little ungracefully to avoid the kicking. "Shh, no use getting worked up, you said so yourself." Oliver switched from a threatening tone to a sweet one that ran so deep not even wolf ears could pick up its lie.

→ Once he was out of the way, he didnt keep on kicking. Instead he just scooted back up against the wall, pulling his legs in close against his body. "Just let me go, I will get out of here and I will never say anything to anyone about this."

→ Oliver glanced to Harris. "Well? Is that what you want to do? Should we let him go?" It amused Oliver because Harris had promised the same sort of silence if only he was set free. People said a lot of crazy things when they were trying to get out of a sticky situation.

→ Coming closer to him, he leaned down and tried to brush Robin's hair out of his face but Robin tried to kick him. He leaned back out of the way and looked over at Oliver. "Can you just stop him from kicking me, I want to get closer to him."

→ Oliver smiled and turned to pick up some supplies out of the drawer. Duct tape was crude, but it was ridiculously effective. With quick, efficient movements, he grappled with Robin's kicking feet, wrapping tape here and there haphazardly until he finally caught a loop around his legs and cinched them together. From his pocket, he withdrew a syringe and looked at Robin. "If you aren't quiet, the needle will break off in your arm and we'll have to dig it out."

→ When he saw the needle his pupils dialated and he started shaking harder. Screaming, Robin tried to kick and fight even with threat of the needle and even with the idea of shifting. He was starting to shift, bones cracking in his hands as he panicked at being confined.

"Oh my god, what is he doing?"

→ Eyes widening with a shot of fear, Oliver fought against his urge to back up and jabbed the needle into the crook of Robin's arm, injecting tranquilizers into him. It was a fairly powerful dose of ketamine, much larger than one would administer for any legitimate medical purpose. It would work to relax the muscles, make them unusable. When he felt the plunger deploy, he scrambled back away from Robin, leaving the syringe in him.

→ Whimpering, Robin let out a loud whine and he just sank back against the wall. The shifting reversed and his fingers uncurled, his body going limp. Once he was completely limp he started panting. Harris was just standing there, staring at him with no idea of what to do or what to say. "Oh my god." He murmured. "He... what did he do?"

→ Oliver was sucking in deep breaths, trying to get his wits back about him. Immediately, he stood up and went to prepare another shot, this time with a stronger concentration. If the ether was any indication, the ketamine wouldn't last as long as it did normally. He wasn't going to be caught unawares again. "I don't know." His voice sounded reedy and he hated feeling powerless. Suddenly angry, he kicked the bottom of Robin's shoes. "Fuck. What the fuck is wrong with you, kid?"

→ Robin tried to draw his feet in, his knees coming up a little more. He let out a whine and an inhuman growl. He closed his eyes, trying to concentrate on Hunter, but they were so far away from him. He didn't think they would ever find him here. He had left, he had wanted to get lost, and now he was here. Lost, and alone, and he didn't even know what. "Let me go."

→ The growl made Oliver shudder. "Answer my question." Oliver's voice had run the gamut of emotions, but now it was as close to his true self as it got. Cold, dark, utterly emotionless and full of calculating intensity.

→ There was another loud whine and a growl as his beast tried to fight through the ketamine. It was a powerful enough sedative to keep him from shifting for the moment but it was still for a human and he wasn't. "Fuck you." He said. "Let me go, let me out of here. Let me go!"

→ Oliver assumed for now that Robin couldn't struggle much, so he decided to give him another dose for good measure. Finding a better spot for the injection, he administered it like a pro and reached out to smooth Robin's hair up out of his face. "That's not going to happen, so shut up about it." He needed time to think. This was crazy and Oliver knew crazy.

→ Harris was still standing next to the table, his arms folded over his chest as he watched Oliver sedate him. He came a little closer when Robin's eyes drooped a little and he crouched down. "This isn't how I thought it was giong to go." he tried to tip his head up so he could look at him again. "I really wanted him ti beg and then I wanted him to suck me off with hopes of me letting him go. But now he's unconscious."

→ He felt like a complete failure, so much so that he couldn't even look at Harris; he didn't want to see disappointment on his face. If there really was something different about Robin, Oliver should have been able to see it and move Harris to a new obsession. Oliver was quiet, crouching with his knees up to his chin and his face buried there, pretending if he couldn't see Harris, Harris couldn't see him.

→ "He's still beautiful." Harris said softly, tugging at the lip ring. Then he turned to look at Oliver. He leaned over and pressed a kiss against his neck. "Maybe I could just suck you off instead." He whispered into his ear. "Would you like that?"

→ It made Oliver shiver and swallow, shaking a little. He didn't deal well with the sensation of humiliation. It was all he could do not to explode from his position and hit Harris. Oliver had an easy time blaming other people for his own mistakes, mistakes that didn't even really exist. Taking a deep breath, he lifted his head. "Yes," he said, looking sad but somewhat hopeful.

→ With a smile, Harris shifted over so that he could push Oliver back onto his butt on the floor. Letting his hands lower, dropping them to the boy's belt, he unbuckled them and tugged them open. "He wont wake up, right?"

→ "Wouldn't it be better if he did?" Oliver quipped, looking down at Harris. He was getting really very good at getting him out of his clothes. As abnormal as their relationship was, an overwhelming sense of 'right' came from being with Harris. If he had a blackened little soul, then so did his prize victim turned partner in crime.

→ "That would be nice." He said with a smile. "He can watch." Tugging his pants the rest of the way down, he reached up and started to stroke the other boy. Glancing over his shoulder, he watched as Robin just stared at the floor, his eyes almost completely shut but not quite.

→ It didn't take Harris very long to get Oliver going. He tried to stay upright, bent at the waist, knees at odd spread-eagle angles while his hands propped him up. Exhaling out all of the bad feelings, Oliver felt the silky touch of excitement smooth over his skin. "Harris, what would I do without you?"