"There you go," the leader coos, eyes bright, teeth bared. He pats Pope on the cheek instead of backhanding him. "C'mon, baby, lie back. Take your belt off for me. I wanna see you do it."
The enemy behind Carver is looming over him. Grinding against him like a promise and he can't breathe, can't move. Last time he fought. Here, he's frozen. Watching Pope, eyes watering from the goddamn grip the enemy has in his hair. As someone works his belt off, gets his pants down.
"Don't fight," the enemy hisses. "Or I'll take it out on your CO. Just hold fucking still."
His breath hitches. Lube and someone's cold fingers press against him. Working a vibrator inside. No, Carver thinks, gasping as it's turned on and he can't breathe, he's shaking. He can't breathe. It's not supposed to feel good, it's not.
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The enemy behind Carver is looming over him. Grinding against him like a promise and he can't breathe, can't move. Last time he fought. Here, he's frozen. Watching Pope, eyes watering from the goddamn grip the enemy has in his hair. As someone works his belt off, gets his pants down.
"Don't fight," the enemy hisses. "Or I'll take it out on your CO. Just hold fucking still."
His breath hitches. Lube and someone's cold fingers press against him. Working a vibrator inside. No, Carver thinks, gasping as it's turned on and he can't breathe, he's shaking. He can't breathe. It's not supposed to feel good, it's not.