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sasspiria · 6 years ago

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Twin Devils - Chapter 5

Tags: Kidnapping,Isolation,Blackmail,Brainwashing,Drug Use,Burnplay,Stockholm SyndromeDubious Consent,Canon-Typical Violence,Slavery,Power Imbalance,Sex for Favors,Captivity,Fingerfucking,Forced Orgasm,Forced Relationship,Threats of Violence,Dark,Rimming,Rough Sex,Human Trafficking,Drug Addiction,Drugged Sex,Minor Character Death,Mental Breakdown

Summary: In which, instead of deciding to have Jason killed, Hoyt decides that he's worth more alive to him than he is dead. With a proverbial knife at his brother's throat as well as the throats of all of his friends, Jason agrees and he becomes little more than Vaas and Hoyts' pet killer.

Pairings: Jason/Vaas, Jason/Hoyt

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Ethan Wexler was having the worst vacation of his life. He had been strong-armed by his girlfriend and the rest of his friends into a skydiving trip, that he had never even wanted to go on in the first place and come to find that it was some sort of human trafficking scheme.

He had woken up with one of the men sitting outside of his cage, taunting the lot of them by sadistically telling them what would happen to them if their families didn’t come up with the money they wanted. Ethan was sure that even if they got the money, they would still be killed or sold. His outlook on the entire situation at hand was bleak but he tried to keep on a strong face on for the sake of his friends. It was getting harder and harder for him to do that every single day that he was tied down in these bamboo cages.

There was a man who would regularly torment them with a sadistic sort of sureness to it – a man with a mo-hawk wild look in his kohl stained eyes. He didn’t seem to care much about the state of the people that were in the process of being sold off into slavery, torturing all of them for the hell of it every single day. Just last night he had dragged Ethan and another prisoner out of their cages held them at gunpoint and forced them to fight each other until the other was unconscious. Ethan won the fight, but just barely. He was still bleeding in several places, and one of his eyes was so bruised and swollen that he could barely see out of it. Still. He had won. And that was all that counted right now, wasn’t it?

Lately, someone else had come to watch over them, a young man – similar in age, height and build to him, dressed in a dirty and worn out blue V-neck and khakis. He had the look of a tourist like he should have been on the other side of these cages – that watched over all of them with a detached sort of indifference. He didn’t say a word, didn’t bother to torment them, just watched until the maniac came back to torment them. He also seemed to have some sort of connection with this man. He would grope him and murmur things in his ear and he would smile back at the pirate seemingly in earnest until his back was turned a dour expression would take over his features.

Out of curiosity, he asked one of the other prisoners – an older man who seemed to be a native of the island – who had been sitting in that cage since he had been thrown in there with him if he knew who he was. The older man let out a derisive, hateful sort of scoff, “That’s Snow White.” He said, spitting out the derogatory sounding moniker like it was poison on his tongue. “He almost overturned Hoyt’s trafficking ring, a few months back, now he’s Vaas’ bitch.”

He could see that, he thought, but still found it odd and asked why someone would do that. The native prisoner did not take kindly to that and spat on the ground in his distaste. “Doesn’t matter why he did it. Don’t care why.” He shook his head, “He sold all of us out to Hoyt, killed our head priestess and put us all in chains.” His tone of voice was acidic, hateful. “He’s a traitor, he should burn for what he’s done.”

From there on out Ethan Wexler started watching him – more to quell his own boredom and the sense of impending doom that had been taking over him than anything else – and taking note of the routine that he seemed to keep. It was always the same, around midday, he would be led around the camp as the man he would soon find out was named Vaas would patrol around antagonizing and torturing all of the prisoners in their cells.

Usually, after Vaas would finish his “rounds,” he would go looking for Snow White and come back around – with an arm over the others’ waist, holding him in a possessive grip as they walked around the camp until they would eventually leave the prisoners on their own for the night. That was usually how it went until Jason had been given the trust to watch over them and only then would they be allowed some relief from the usual torments that Vaas and his cohorts put upon them.

The times that Jason was in charge of watching them, the prisoners finally felt like they could relax. He would usually keep some distance from the cages and not bother coming towards them for any other reason than to bring their daily meals, or in the case of some kind of emergency.

Like when one of the pirates had cut up the leg of one of the girls in the cage across from his own and he’d come in and made sure that it stayed uninfected, grumbling the entire time under his breath like he was loathe to be there in the first place. He didn’t seem to want to be in the camp at all, when he thought about it, but he never bothered to even try and leave and it made the prisoners wonder what he was even doing with the pirates, when he seemed to hate being associating with almost all of them except their leader, Vaas.

And even with Vaas, his affections towards the pirate king seemed like it was a put on more than anything else. Jason’s role in the camp was a mystery to them, and they had so little fodder to entertain themselves that it became their first and only source of entertainment to talk in hushed whispers about him. If Jason noticed this or was bothered by it, he didn’t look like it or make any mention of their seeming obsession with him.

After enough days of Jason taking shifts watching them – with only about a handful of pirates hanging around the camp as backup protection – that Ethan came up with a plan to escape the camp. Around the same time each day that Jason was made to watch the camp, he would disappear for quite some time. Usually, the rest of the camp would be sparse too, sparse enough that – if he could manage to get out of his cage in time – he would be able to make it out of the camp. But he would have to do it alone.

He couldn’t bring risk bringing any of his newly made friends in the cage – Nick and Sarah – or search out the rest of his friends that had been kidnapped along with him. No, he would have to get himself free first and then he could get help. Real, professional help. Capable people, that could do so much more for them than he would ever be able to.

As soon as Ethan finally got the perfect chance to make it out of the camp, he took it immediately, not caring if his failure meant death. He didn’t want to know what end that staying in the cage and passively waiting would mean for him. He managed to get himself untied and out of the cage just fine and he figured that the rest would be easy and it almost was. No one noticed that he was gone until he was at the very edge of the camp, it was just rotten luck that the hill facing where Ethan was running off to was just the place that Jason liked to sit and meditate to ground himself.

Jason sighed as he noticed the young man in torn clothes running down the hill, so close to the edge of the island that he could actually escape. “Fuck.” He muttered under his breath, wondering if he could just pretend not to notice that he had run off. He really didn’t want to be in the business of hunting down escaped prisoners. It felt like it was below him, to be chasing them down, and in another way, it felt like it was wrong. That he was doing something horrible and wrong by actively reinforcing the oppressive system that Vaas and Hoyt had them all trapped and subjugated beneath.

Jason wondered if he could get away with pretending not to see him running off, let him try his luck in the jungle. Maybe he would even make it to what was left of Amanaki Village and start the cycle all over again with the smattering of oppressed natives that were still alive, struggling to keep themselves safe and huddled away from Hoyt’s malicious intentions and predatory attention.

He sighed and closed his eyes as he let out a shaky breath. Debating with himself about it – if he decided not to go after him, the pirates around the camp might find out about it and then Vaas would be angry with him. But if he did, he would be just that much more complicit in the human trafficking on Rook island. In the end, he didn’t really have much of a choice in the first place and he quickly armed himself and ran off in the escaped prisoners' direction.

Jason was a quick runner. He had always been incredibly athletic and his time on Rook had ensured that he had a lot of practice with it as well. So it was really no trouble for him to catch up with a prisoner that had been beaten and given very little food and water. Once he was within grabbing distance of Ethan, he snapped at the escaped prisoner to turn around and stop running.

It wasn’t as if he didn’t expect Ethan to put up any sort of fight, but he thought that it was fair to give him some sort of fighting chance. Ethan scrambled to get away and Jason fired off a warning shot, shooting right next to his foot. “I told you to stop running.” He said in a calm, authoritative tone of voice. “There isn’t any good end to this.” He added, hoping that he could convince him to come back quietly. He doubted that he would be successful, but it was the best option that he had. “I don’t think that anyone knows you ran off.” He explained, “You could just- look, no one has to know. No one would get hurt if you just come back.”

“If you think I’m coming back there, then you’re just as crazy as they are!” Ethan blurted out as he edged away, scooting back on his butt away from Jason’s purposeful stride towards him. He hadn’t meant to say it out loud – and he couldn’t have known how Jason would react to it – but he surely had not expected Jason to launch himself at Ethan, toppling the two of them over.

Ethan tried to fight back against the other and they wrestled around for some time until Jason was able to take his handgun out and shoot him in the left leg and the left arm, immobilizing him and leaving him in an incredibly pained state.

Jason huffed out in several staccato breaths, anger overtaking him as he noticed the way that the escapee was looking at him. Like he was dangerous, like he was a monster and worse like he was a crazy person. “Stop looking at me like that!” He snapped, before he fell into a rage, his hands wrapping around the younger man’s throat and squeezing tight until the wet, choking gasps of the escapee under him filled his senses.

“I am not crazy. I’m not.” He babbled, tone bordering right between righteous fury and desperate fear like he was afraid of himself, afraid of what he could be pushed to do in any given moment. He sounded both hysterical and out of breath like he was on the precipice between sanity and insanity.

It was terrifying and all Ethan could do was plead with his eyes for the man not to kill him right then and there. “Don’t- stop looking at me like that!” Jason snapped, pushing down tighter on his throat, compressing his air flow until the hostage was looking up at him with tear-filled, terrified looking eyes as his body went into fight or flight mode. Ethan desperately clawed at Jason’s hands – focusing all of his time and energy on pure survival. His heart caught in his throat and he began to hyperventilate, sobbing uncontrollably as the reality that he might die right now came to him.

Jason didn’t realize just what he was doing, he was so incensed at the idea that someone was looking at him like that. Like he was some kind of crazy person and he hated being judged like that. “I fucking told you to stop looking at me like that. You are…you’re nothing. Nothing.” He seethed in a deadly quiet tone of voice. “I could kill you right now, and it wouldn’t – it wouldn’t matter. You don’t matter.”

Moment by moment of silence had Jason gradually calming down. He took his hands from Ethan’s throat, as if he had been in a trance, and shallowly delighted in the fact that the escaped prisoner wasn’t saying anything back now. He was quiet as a mouse. Probably terrified of what Snow White could do when he was angry. Jason had no doubts that he would come back quietly now, he would be too afraid to do anything else, he thought grimly.

Jason shook the prisoner below him, “Get up.” He snapped, thinking that the young man was faking it. He growled in frustration, “You’re only making things worse for yourself.” He warned, some of his resolve crumbling down as he looked at his face, inspecting him. His skin was pale and sickly looking and his glassy eyes were left wide open and his tongue stuck out, flat against his chin like a dead fish.

It was disgusting and Jason jumped back as he took the image of him in. Disgusting. He stepped back once, twice and then a third time to try and distance himself from the corpse in front of him. “I didn’t mean, I didn’t mean that.” He muttered to himself, looking at in horror. It’s not the first time that he has ever killed before, but it’s definitely the first time that he’s killed someone and it wasn’t in – arguably – self-defense.

The corpse before him had been a prisoner, relatively innocent and he had slaughtered him before he had even realized what he had done. He had to get away, he thought, he needed to leave now. He turned on his heel, ready to run back to the camp and try to convince himself that nothing had happened. But he didn’t have the chance to do that when he felt his arm being wrenched back forcefully behind his back. He cried out in shock from both sensations of the dull pain of his body being manipulated like that against his will. It hurt. It hurt so damn bad and his instincts told him to fight back.

So he did. He twisted and writhed in his captor's grip, squirming around like a wild animal until he was free enough to elbow him in the stomach.

Once he was free from the others’ grasp, Jason stepped back a few feet, squeezing his eyes shut and centering himself for a few moments, having the abstract and instinctual feeling that he had done something terribly wrong. Once he opened his eyes again the gravity of how deeply he had fucked up hit him right in the face. As he looked into his attackers face to find out that it was Vaas and just as he recognized the face in front of him, the pirate slammed his head back against the thick wood of a tree behind him.

The impact dazed him and left him vulnerable enough for Vaas to hoist him up once again. He could barely hear a thing, like his ears were waterlogged, as Vaas snapped at him in an infuriated tone of voice. He could make a few words out, here and there, but he understood the message behind them more than anything else, “You’re gonna pay for that.” That was what Vaas’ very essence projected to him and he went decidedly limp as the pirate carried him off back to camp.

*** Jason was sitting, with his hands tied behind his back in a tiny room that was no larger than a utility closet while Vaas stood in front of him, an infuriated expression besetting his features. He sunk down, making himself smaller and smaller until he seemed tiny and insignificant.

He wasn’t afraid – not really, at least – of what Vaas might do to him. Jason was sure that if he did do something bad enough that Vaas would decide that he was done with Jason, that Jason had gone too far and he had royally screwed not only himself but everyone that was even minutely associated with him, then he would know it.

“What the fuck is wrong with you?” Vaas asked him, his tone suddenly seeming less like a murderous screed against him. “You fucking killed some good product, you know that? Hoyt already had a buyer hooked up for him and now I gotta figure something out so he doesn’t try and kill both you and me.”

“I’m sorry.” He replied, head tilted downward in a show of shame and submission. He took to looking up at Vaas through his lashes, gauging the others’ expression and not really liking what he saw. “I don’t, I don’t know, he was-” Jason frowned, trying to come up with anything better than, ‘He was looking at me like I’m a crazy person.’ because saying that out loud wouldn’t do him very well, even if he had truly not meant to kill the prisoner.

“-I couldn’t get him to stop struggling, I was just trying to get him to calm down.” It wasn’t a total lie, Jason thought in a self-justifying way. In a sense, he was still being truthful. “I guess that I went too far with him. I’m sorry.” He said, trying to appeal to whatever sense of decency and forgiveness that he might have buried deep down inside of him.

Vaas came towards him and leaned down to his level and for a second Jason thought he might have actually won him over, against all the odds. Vaas pressed his lips against the underside of Jason’s jaw before he reared back and smacked him with what felt like a pistol. He passed out moments later.

Hours later, Jason woke up on the dirty cement floor of the room that Vaas had brought him to. He let out a soft, aggrieved sigh and curled in on himself, willing himself back to sleep. He knows, deep down, that he was not being punished for killing the hostage that had tried to run. Vaas wouldn’t care less if the hostages died and Hoyt’s profits stagnated a bit. No, he was being punished for not immediately falling in line with all of the things that Vaas wanted him to do. He felt a sob welling in his throat, terror at the realization of how deeply he had fucked up.

The worst thing about it is that he can’t help but feel that it’s his own fault that he’s in this mess. If he would have just sat down, shut up, calmed himself down and done everything that he was told to do then everything would have been fine. He would have been just fine. *** Jason has no idea how long he had been trapped, with his knees tucked against his chest, in that too small cage but he knows that it was much too long when Vaas pulled him out and commented on how filthy he was and the thought that it was Vaas’ fault that he was in this position did not even cross his mind. He was just so grateful that he wasn’t locked in there any more that he didn’t care.

None of that mattered to him, not anymore, so long as he wasn’t in there anymore he didn’t care about anything else. He felt like his entire world was spinning round and round as he was pulled to his feet and led into a bathroom with a large, aged claw foot bathtub sitting right in the middle of the room. He could barely comprehend anything that had happened to him as his clothes were peeled off of his body and he was pulled into the tub.

He faded in and out of consciousness, still too exhausted and overwhelmed to fully understand anything that was going on. So he just went with the motions. “Didn’t mean to leave you in there so long,” Vaas commented in a breezy sort of tone as he gently washed Jason with a somewhat coarse feeling washcloth all over. He went on to tell Jason how he had been caught up on the other side of the island with an emergency that Hoyt needed him to fix.

Jason wasn’t sure that he believed that – he had done this to him more than one time – but he didn’t have the emotional nor the physical energy to argue with Vaas about it. The truth didn’t really matter to him anyways and nothing good could come from arguing with Vaas about anything.

Eventually, he found himself pulled out of the makeshift tub and made to stand on his own. It was the first time in days that he had done that, and it was hard for him to keep himself afloat while Vaas took a few moments to hand him a long stretch of cloth to use to dry himself off.

The American was still a bit dazed, but he didn’t feel quite as empty and dull as he had moments before. He walked out of the bathroom, not thinking about whether or not the pirate would have approved of him running off. He made it as far as the bed that they usually shared and slammed himself down on the mattress. He let out a tiny whine as he settled himself down, the somewhat lumpy surface feeling like the softest thing that he had laid upon, after almost a week of stewing on a concrete floor.

He was on the verge of sleep when he felt someone squeeze his shoulders in a manner that was less than gentle, prodding him and quietly demanding his attention. “Jason, Jason. Get up, motherfucker, I got something for you.” The pirate cooed to him. Jason struggled to get himself back up from his melted status on the mattress. Eventually, he managed to pull himself up to sit flush against the wall.

“You have something for me?” He replied in a weak sounding tone of voice. He let out a light, amused scoff as he was presented with a heavily packed blunt, smoke billowing out of its embers leaving a not unpleasant smell in its wake. “Oh.” He exclaimed as he regarded it with a casual interest.

“You look like you need a fucking wind down, hermano.” Vaas told him, taking a few puffs off of the blunt before he handed it off to Jason. “This is some good shit.” He commented in a breezy tone, “And I’m feeling real generous right now.” He added as he eased himself down until he was laying flat on his back. Jason closed his eyes, drawing himself back to his happy place as he inhaled each drag slowly.

It didn’t take long until he was high enough to feel like he had no troubles in the world at all. Every sensation that Jason felt was both dulled down and incredibly intense as Vaas sat him down next to him. Jason was so touched starved that he almost immediately curled up into Vaas’ - grabbing onto the pirate’s singlet to pull him in even closer. “You’re warm…” He murmured, in a content and sleepy tone of voice. “But you aren’t, it feels like…it’s nice. So nice.”

He could hear the pirate laughing – probably at him – but he sounded so far away that Jason couldn’t really focus on the noise or parse what words he was saying and he couldn’t really bring himself to care about it in any case. He pressed his cheek against Vaas’ chest and hummed softly and contentedly.

All thoughts about everything that had happened in the past days had disappeared from his mind right then. All he felt right then was a hazy sort of contentedness. He just felt right, like he was right where he needed to be and doing exactly what he needed to be doing. Everything moved so slowly and so hazily that before he realized what was happening, he was flipped over on his back and Vaas was poised on his stomach in between his legs, gently stroking Jason’s cock.

Jason’s senses were so keyed up that everything that Vaas did to him had him moaning and whimpering helplessly from the stimulation of it all. He could hear the pirate laughing to himself about his partner’s excited responses right before he wrapped his lips around the head of Jason’s cock.

He doesn’t do this often for Jason, so he’s sure to make it good for him now that he’s given him the privilege. He easily takes Jason’s dick all the way down his throat and allows the slightly younger man to lazily thrust his hips against Vaas’ mouth. It doesn’t take him long to come as he was already overstimulated by the time that Vaas started blowing him and when he comes he collapses in on himself in a dramatic show of exhaustion.

Vaas pulled up and pressed his lips to Jason, passing the younger man’s own cum right back into his mouth as the two of them lazily kissed each other. When the two of them finally settled down and Jason finally got to sleep again, he had dreamed of home, of safety, of being back with his family.

** The next morning, when he walked through the camp on his own once again, he couldn’t help but notice the way that the prisoners were looking at him. They were scared of him, they thought he was a monster. The realization of what he had done sunk in for him at that moment, the realization that he was a monster. He had killed an innocent person, who had done nothing to him, for no good reason.

He had done a lot of terrible things while he was on Rook, he had left trails of dead bodies in his wake but none of them had been even remotely innocent – he had been able to rationalize it, to let himself enjoy it because he was technically just defending himself. But no matter how many mental gymnastics that he pulled, he couldn’t remotely justify what he had done and it made him feel sick with himself.

Jason was chock full of guilt and remorse for the awful, reprehensible thing that he had just done, and he couldn’t just hammer it out of his mind like it never happened, just like he had always been able to do in the past. His throat felt like it was full of cotton balls and a wave of nausea came over him. He had to get away he thought as he moved past the cages, brushing past whatever men in his way as he tried to get himself as far as possible away from any other free person in the camp.

He found his solitude in a small, empty clearing and sat himself down on the dewy grass below him. He tucked his knees close to his chest and let out a sob. “Fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. Fuck. Fuck!” He rambled curses to himself, repeating the word over and over again until it held no meaning for him anymore. In his anxiety, he took to running his fingers through his hair and pulling at the end of his overgrown locks, pulling a few strands straight out from his scalp as he did so.

He was dizzy and sick, all of the mixed emotions that he felt mixed together into a toxic bubble inside of his stomach. The most revolting thing about what he had done was that it was just too easy to go through with it, even if he felt awful about it now, even if he beat himself up about it over and over again, he couldn’t deny that it had just been so easy for him. And just what kind of person did that make him? Not the kind that he had ever thought he would be, that was for damn sure.

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