Gavin almost purred as Jack pulled his hips down, a low groan rumbling in his throat as he gripped his bare shoulders and looked down at him. Jack smiled and bit his lip, sighing in contentment as he squeezed and circled the jutting bones and soft muscles. Unlike the Hickory Killer, he avoided the sore wound, slipping his hand around to caress his lower back instead. Gavin shuddered, whining at the filling sensation as he arched into the touch. Jack hushed him, waiting patiently for him to adjust to the feeling. He dropped further, fully seating himself on Jack's cock and squirming to get comfortable. Jack helped, supporting his thighs and dragging him closer.

"Oh-fuck, you feel so good," Jack moaned, taking deep, slow breaths for effect. Being able to pretend he was human always got Gavin off faster. He didn't like it when the illusion was broken. There were things he couldn't ignore, of course. The lack of sweat on his skin, the slightly lower body temperature, the scent of thirium, and his far superior strength. In the throes of passion, such things were overlooked, lost in a sea of mingling breaths, shared moans, and searching fingers. For Jack, there was nothing more satisfying than seeing to Gavin's needs. It was part of his programming. His purpose.

Gavin whined his agreement as he wrapped his arms around Jack's neck and laced a hand in his hair, trembling and throwing his head back as Jack leaned in to attack his nipples. The mattress was firm beneath Gavin's knees as he straddled Jack's hips, still adjusting as Jack stroked his pale skin and trailed kisses across his pecs. His blood was rushing, heating his skin and bringing a light sheen with it. It would soon be tacky to the touch, especially where his lubed ass met his pelvis. More praise slipped out as Gavin finally moved, lifting his hips a little and sinking back down with a needy cry.

Jack looked up with heated blue eyes, moaning and panting as he returned his lips to Gavin's chest. He nipped the plush skin, kissing and sucking his way to the hardened nubs that he licked and teased. Gavin's body was warm, his wet passage hugging and sucking him in. His entrance twitched around the base, squeezing and milking as he rocked. Jack leaned his head on Gavin's chest, nuzzling and kissing as the passage flexed and tightened. He was doing so well, rising and falling with each thrust of his hips, squirming for more and taking his pleasure.

"Fuck, that's it. Ride my dick, Gav, ride my dick!" Gavin moaned at the encouragement, gripping his shoulders tighter and leaning back as he circled his hips. Being on top wasn't a position he was used to, but it gave him a little more control, which was what he needed with the stitches in his side. If he needed to stop, he could stop immediately. Jack leaned back against the headboard, bending his knees a little to give Gavin something to lean on. It also gave him room to snap his hips up to meet him. He smirked at the first surprised whine, laying a hand on Gavin's hip to keep position. "You like that, Gav? You like my cock?"

"Yeah, phck!" Another hard snap almost knocked him off. Jack chuckled softly as he moved both hands to his hips, helping him balance.

"Lean back, alright? I've got you." Gavin nodded breathlessly, resting his hands on Jack's knees and rocking into the rise and fall. Curses and whines slipped out, green eyes staring down needily. It was good. So fucking good. Jack knew exactly where to hit to make him squirm, each jab pushing him closer and closer to the edge. He slowed his pace, teasingly keeping release out of reach. There was no need to hurry. They had all the time in the world. Gavin whined and squirmed, unable to quicken the pace with Jack's hands holding him in place.

"Phck, Jack! Fuck my ass-phck!" Jack smirked at the pleading whine, obliging him for a few sharp thrusts before easing off and slowing to a lazier pace. Gavin whined, looking down at his twitching, dripping cock. It bobbed and swayed with each loud clap, leaving little smears on Jack's hairless pelvis as it touched down. He reached out, moaning as he gripped and circled his thumb on the sensitive tip, smearing the sticky droplets and tugging the loose skin.

"Nu-uh-uh, no touching." Gavin whined as Jack pulled his hand away and led it back to his knee. He had to come untouched? That would take a lot longer. His pelvis was swelling with need, already desperate for release. He could feel his balls twitching and tightening, cock ready to blow. All he had to do was wrap his hand around it and give a few jerks. It would feel so good. Jack gave a single rough thrust, smirking as Gavin yelped in surprise. Phck, it's good! So good! "Good boy." Gavin shuddered at the praise, whining and rocking as Jack worked his hips.

Green eyes widened, heart stuttering as the door unlocked. If it hadn't been for Jack's carefully aimed thrusts, he was pretty sure his boner would have wilted at the sight of the Hickory Killer stepping inside. Gavin moaned, an almost scared sound, as Jack rocked up to fill him. A dark feeling trickled down his spine. Dread mingled with pleasure as the black-clad figure approached. Aaron's voice let out a smooth chuckle at the delightful sight that greeted him. Gavin swore his fingers were trembling as the Hickory Killer approached the bed as if seeing him getting fucked was the most natural thing in the world.

"I'm glad to see you're enjoying my gift, Gavin." A moan slipped out as Jack gave a well-timed thrust, leaving him unable to deny it as his cock nudged his prostate. Gavin couldn't move as he stared at the Hickory Killer in mute horror, hands gripping Jack's knees for support and comfort as he leaned back and held himself open. "Sorry to interrupt, do continue." He said it more to Jack than to Gavin, pausing right beside them and removing his leather gloves. Jack obeyed the subtle order, ploughing Gavin's ass again and again, keeping his pace measured and slow. "You truly are quite a sight..." The words sounded almost dreamy as the Hickory Killer stood there watching him getting fucked.

It crossed Gavin's mind that he should be jealous, but maybe it made sense. Jack was just an android doing his bidding. What was there to be jealous of? He'd said before that Jack had been made to satisfy his needs. But doesn't he have needs? It didn't always seem that way. The only times he'd known the Hickory Killer to be aroused were the times it involved death or injury. Even now, those warm fingers first reached for the wound in his side, running along the neat stitches with a gentle sigh. Gavin gasped, muscles clenching as he pressed harder. Jack paused, holding him steady as his ass tightened around his cock, squeezing him. Were he human, he might have come from that.

Gavin's breath quickened, green eyes staring in something between horror and humiliation as the Hickory Killer's hand slipped lower. He stroked along his abs and drifted all the way down to his cock. A moan stuck in Gavin's throat as the gentle hand caressed the twitching shaft, ghosting over the soft outer skin and slowly tightening. Pants and gasps slipped out as he started pumping, keeping it slow and timing it with Jack's lazy thrusts. Despite the intimacy, there was nothing lustful about the look in his eyes. The Hickory Killer looked at his aching cock as one might look at a treasured project or much loved pet. Gavin shuddered as he thought that's what he was. A loyal pet to be pampered and played with.

"Good boy." The praise didn't dispel the image. Gavin moaned, eyes becoming needy as a thumb circled and teased his weeping tip. "Take your fill, Gavin. I will wait." Gavin shivered at the thought. The Hickory Killer lingered a little longer, stroking his cock and teasing his nipples, before retreating to the table to get a chair. Gavin whined, looking at Jack almost incredulously. He certainly paid no mind to the third set of eyes in the room. The Hickory Killer set the chair down a few feet away and sat, crossing his legs and watching as one might watch a performance. He laced his fingers and rested them on his lap, the picture of patience as he watched him being fucked.

Really? He was just going to watch? Shouldn't Jack stop and see what he wanted? That they'd been interrupted was surely a sign he had something to say. Whatever he wanted, it clearly wasn't enough to distract Jack from his current task. He'd been ordered to see to his needs and keep going. That put the Hickory Killer's current task in second place. He was to finish with Gavin and then perform whatever secondary duties he was given. The pace quickened. Gavin mewled as the hands on his hips tightened, working him like a jackhammer. Oh-god-oh-phck! The audience made it worse.

A sense of dread mingled with the rising pleasure, sending hot prickles across his skin. Instead of chasing his release, he actively tried to hold it in, unwilling to spill in front of the Hickory Killer's watchful eyes. Unfortunately, he didn't have a choice. His body wasn't his to control. Jack worked him like a clockwork toy, winding and winding until he had no choice but to let go. Horrified mewls fled his lips as Jack pushed him over the edge, moaning and praising as he fucked him through it. The humiliating sounds were almost deafening. The clap of wet flesh, his own broken cry, shuddering breaths, and then Jack's hand was milking his cock.

Gavin was left trembling when they were done, pale with the knowledge that the Hickory Killer had just sat and watched. He felt sick as Jack pulled out, warm trails trickling down his thighs as his release escaped. An icy feeling settled in the pit of his stomach as he caught his breath, body stiffening as a hand laced in his hair and warm fingers trailed down his spine. Jack was clearly sated, rubbing his thighs in reward and grinning as he turned his attention to his master. Their master. Gavin was as much a possession as he was.

"You both did wonderfully." Gavin balked at the praise, unsure being pounded in the ass was really something to be commended for. He blinked as the hand returned to his hair, caressing his scalp like a beloved pet. He hated that it felt nice. His eyelids fluttered, tired body leaning into the proffered affection. "You know I usually wouldn't interrupt such frolicking, however, there's been an alert." Frolicking? That was almost demeaning, but it was also hard to think with those fingers in his hair. Jack seemed more alert at this news, blue eyes sharpening as he pushed himself up. "There's no rush. We still have time." Time for what?

"Where will we go?" Go? We're moving? Something tightened in his stomach. If they were moving, that probably meant they'd been found. At the very least, their position was compromised. That being the case, could it mean someone was looking for them? For him? The hand in his hair tightened slightly, interrupting his musings until the gentle teasing returned, making his eyelids flutter. The Hickory Killer seemed unconcerned. He regarded Gavin with something akin to fondness as he drew back.

"The old Kensington estate is still safe. We can go there." It wasn't a place Gavin knew, but it sounded fairly big. Jack seemed at ease, as unconcerned as the Hickory Killer as he leaned in and kissed Gavin's stubbled cheek, gently extricating himself. "I'll leave you two to clean up while I ready things for transport. Take your time." That he wasn't rushing them suggested it was early days yet, which probably made sense. There was probably a list of alert on alert on alert to avoid being caught. The Hickory Killer was always one step ahead, and with good reason. That's probably why the spark of hope died in his chest as quickly as it lit.

Gavin and Jack cleaned up, bathing as usual and dressing for the day. As they bathed, Gavin couldn't help wondering what things needed to be readied. Did he mean food supplies? Tech? Or was it things like Kitty? She was in the basement somewhere. They wouldn't leave her behind, not when she was such a useful tool for getting him to do things. How long would it take them to get ready? What would happen to him when they did? They wouldn't kill him, of course, but they'd likely subdue him somehow. How else could they guarantee he went along with the plan?

"Don't think so hard, you'll hurt yourself," Jack teased with a ruffle of his hair as they finally got dressed. Gavin gave a half-hearted smile at that, pulling on a woollen V-neck and looking at the filled wardrobe. Would they bother with things like this? What would they do with everything they couldn't take? A fire? Rigging the place to blow? Explosions weren't really the Hickory Killer's style, but they'd certainly cover his tracks. "Come and eat your breakfast." Gavin followed the gentle encouragement, accepting the kiss on his temple with a smile as he sat and picked up his spoon. Porridge and jam. Something quick and warm.

Jack bustled around as he ate, straightening the bed, and gathering their old clothes. He also opened the wardrobe and started removing a few items from the hangers. It didn't look like he was taking everything. Just enough to last a few days. Gavin got about halfway through the bowl before that familiar wooziness started setting in. He was tired after the long fucking he'd been given. He ran a hand over his face and rubbed his eyes as he spooned a few more mouthfuls, blinking the haze from his vision. The spoon dropped with a clatter, panic setting in as his head got heavy. He stumbled to his feet, staggering blindly before falling against a firm chest.

"It's alright, Gav. I've got you..." Jack lifted him, the closeness making him relax. He was safe with Jack. Jack always took care of him. "You rest here awhile, alright? I'll get things ready." That sounded like a good idea. The bed was comfortable. He also didn't think he could move. His arms and legs felt so heavy, and his head felt thick, like there was a cloud of fog inside. He barely even hummed an agreement as Jack stroked his hair. His lids were heavy, too heavy to open as he nestled into the fluffed pillow. "Good boy, Gav. Rest for now."