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[aut_nihil]

Pope doesn't go on as many missions as he once did. But he sees trouble brewing in the future, in the solo orders Carver was given, and he can't stomach staying behind when Carver might face the worst alone.

So he defies his own orders and he goes with Carver.

And things go sideways. They're outnumbered despite his best efforts and his warnings, and they're gathered up, hoods on their heads, arms tied behind their backs.

Carver's strong though. They're going to make it through this. He's going to get them through this.

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[fortitudosalutis]

"You don't need to worry your head about that," the leader drawls. "You two have a nice discussion about who's gonna be entertaining my guys?"

Carver twitches. He holds as still as he can.

[aut_nihil]

"Depends on which guys those would be," Pope says, pushing himself up out of the chair, sizing them all up.

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver shivers. There's a lot of them. Too many to take at once, not while he's hurt and they're both exhausted, hungry. Unarmed.

"All of 'em, I think," the leader drawls. "Folks get twitchy, need a little...exercise, you know how it is."

[aut_nihil]

He grunts. Walks up to one of them, right in his face. "I can take whatever you're giving. Lot of small dicks in this room."

[fortitudosalutis]

It gets Pope hit. A blow to the gut to knock the breath from him, make him feel small even as the leader steps around him and sits on the edge of the bed. Laying a hand on Carver's hip.

"Hey, kid. Wanna get with the program? I know you're not sleeping through this shit."

Carver goes very still.

The leader snickers. "C'mere, Pope. Come lie down, relax. We're gonna have some fun, all of us."

[aut_nihil]

He knows how to take a hit. It doesn't take him to the ground but it does hurt, it does make him limp to the bed despite himself. He pushes the leader back onto the bed, crawls onto his lap, bites his lips.

[fortitudosalutis]

That gets a laugh, the leader grabbing Pope hard by the hips and digging his nails in. "Oh, you're enthusiastic. C'mon, grind, motherfucker. Get me hard."

Carver sits up with a hiss, eyes wide. No.

"Ah-ah," someone else murmurs, tightening a hand in Carver's hair. Jerking his head back. "Hold still. Just hold still."

Someone else clicks the case open.

"One of you gets to just...lie back and relax," the leader drawls. "Other one has to work. You gonna be working, Pope?"

[aut_nihil]

He's going to burn this fucking place to the ground.

He looks over his shoulder to see what they've brought, grinding against the leader all the while.

[fortitudosalutis]

"Look at that." The leader laughs, and hits Pope on the ass hard. The sound echoes through the room. "Old dog can still learn some new tricks."

The one holding Carver by the hair slides a hand under his shirt, over his stomach. Digging his nails in hard until Carver grunts, twitching. The case worries him. That's different. That's new. And it's full of unlabeled vials and -

Sex toys? Really?

"Stand up," the one behind Carver murmurs, pulling on his hair. "Stand the fuck up."

He does, twitching. Hands clenched into fists.

"Get your pants off, Pope," the leader drawls, bucking against him and laughing. "Then show me a good time. Your boy gets to relax a bit. Oh, don't give me that look, kid, I'm not gonna be rough with you this time. You get to relax. All you gotta do is bend over for a little."

And then he's shoved down hard, bent over the bed.

[aut_nihil]

No.

But protesting will only spur them on.

He gives the leader a withering look. "So all I get is you? He gets all the toys?"

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver digs his nails into the mattress, his breathing going ragged. Somehow, he didn't see this coming. Hadn't prepared for it. Hadn't -

He's shaking, he realizes distantly. The rest of the room seems to tilt.

The leader laughs again, grabbing Pope by the hips and flipping them hard, getting on top of him and grabbing him by the chin. "You seem to think you're in charge. Wonder why. No, you're gonna work for this. Nobody's even gonna fuck him. We'll just...keep him quiet. Nice and relaxed, so he can watch you get fucked real good. Don't make me hold you down, or I'll really have to mess you up."

[aut_nihil]

He wants to fight. He could kill this man with his bare hands but they're outnumbered and Carver...

Carver doesn't look right.

Don't you dare punk out on me now, He thinks fiercely. He didn't come this far to save this kid just to watch him fall apart now.

He wraps a leg around the man over him.

[fortitudosalutis]

"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.

[aut_nihil]

They were supposed to focus on Pope. It wasn't supposed to happen like this.

He unfastens his belt, unzips his fly, glances at Carver and decides for the rest of this he can't look at him.

[fortitudosalutis]

The leader squeezes Pope’s throat, turning his head one way, then the other. “You really thought you’d win,” he observes. He stands, stepping back. “Get naked. You remember what I said the first time, about how I could make your boy cry if I put a vibrator in him? Mhmm. Well, he’s gonna have a good time relaxing with that until you get everybody else off. So better make it good, or we’ll be here all night and I’ll make your boy ride that thing the whole time.”

[aut_nihil]

He gets up, strips off his shirt, doesn't look at Carver. Just prays the kid will hold it together. Pants off, and he shuts out as many of his own thoughts as he can. This is just going to happen. He can go with it or things will get worse.

"Well line 'em up."

[fortitudosalutis]

"That's the spirit! Now get on your back and spread your legs."

The enemy behind Carver smooths his hand down Carver's back. Holds the vibrator in place and then pushes, rocking him forward. Making him take it harder, pressing inside. Carver's breath hitches. He curls his fingers into the sheets, holding tight as the first one lines up before Pope.

[aut_nihil]

He's going to kill every one of these men. He's going to watch Carver take a few out, too.

He thinks about their inevitable screams as he lays back, and he listens for signs they're doing worse to Carver.

[fortitudosalutis]

It’s different this time. You can get numb to pain. Learn to shut it away, focus on other things. Pope taught him well on that count and it’s one of the reasons Carver knows he’s survived. But this?

Somehow, this is different. It’s not sharp enough. Even the enemy holding him still is almost gently, a hand on the back of his neck to keep him down. Bent over the mattress with nothing to do except take it, and watch as the first one climbs on top of Pope and pushes inside.

“Hold still,” the enemy warns when Carver tenses, wanting to fight, protect Pope. “Hold fucking still.”

“Sir—“ Carver hisses, gasping as the enemy grinds the vibrator into him harder, and turns the intensity up.

“Shut up and enjoy the show.”

[aut_nihil]

Pain he can handle but this? This makes him cry out and writhe, makes him push at the man on top of him.

He hears them warn Carver and he grinds out, "Stand down!" Don't fight. Don't make it worse don't get injured.

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver hears Pope cry out and hisses, thrashing. “Sir—!”

“Hold still.” The enemy lays his weight over Carver, bearing him down into the mattress until he can barely breathe. “Just let it happen, motherfucker, you take it so well.”

His hand presses against Carver, fingers threatening to slip inside alongside the vibrator, and Carver takes a sobbing breath and holds still. He can hear Pope being fucked. It’s not slow, not careful. He’s never heard the commander cry out before. Not like this.

“Be good,” the leader warns. “Both of you. You make this hard and I’ll mess you both up, so be fucking good.”

[aut_nihil]

They will never speak of this. Not to anyone.

He bites his fist and strangles on a scream but he makes himself lie still. He's not going to get Carver beaten for this, not him.

[fortitudosalutis]

“That’s better,” the leader taunts. Someone else laughs. And the first finishes inside Pope with a grunt. Slaps him on the thigh and pulls out rough.

There’s another. And the man holding Carver doesn’t let up at all, just holds him by the hair and fucks him slow with the vibrator. There’s no here to go, he can’t get away, not even inside his head.

It goes on like that for a long time. Carver makes small sounds when they make him come once, twice, three times, shaking and digging his nails in the mattress. He was Riley so bad. And it doesn’t stop. It doesn’t stop even when he’s exhausted and numb, trying to reach out and grab onto Pope’s arm just to touch him, hold onto him. It doesn’t stop when the one holding Carver down comes on his back and the leader finally lines up to fuck Pope. Going last like he’s owed.

[aut_nihil]

I'm going to destroy you, he thinks, through the agony and the goddamned tears. He's crying bitterly, silently, and ignoring it as best he can.

"Funny how you can't seem to get off without your audience," he sneers. "You need people to fluff you up, is that it?"

[fortitudosalutis]

Carver grinds his cheek into the mattress, barely breathing as he's fucked. There's no one inside him but he's realizing that doesn't matter. It's the same violation and he aches. He doesn't want to exist anymore, he can't stop himself from reacting. There's come on his stomach and the man behind him keeps stroking his hair, murmuring softly to him as Carver jerks and tries not to cry. As his commander is brutalized in front of him. As the leader lines up, hitching Pope's leg over his shoulder, and takes him hard.

"Nah," the leader grunts. "I just like seeing you wrecked."

Someone pushes Carver's head down. "Shh. Hold still. Just...hold still."

They pull the vibrator out. Pat his hip. He almost cries, relieved and anxious and hurting. He does cry when the man shoves him down a moment later, and starts to fuck him.

They lied. Of course they did.

Carver closes his eyes tight. It hurts but he reaches for Pope's wrist and holds onto him tight.