KatsOnTheRun

You have no idea how Jack convinced you to come with him to pick up his estranged twin brother from prison. Maybe it was because it was so out of the blue. The two of you have always kept each other at arm's length when it came to any personal stuff. 

So, when he asked you if you would come with him, you didn't know how to say no. 

Because you wanted to say yes.

You have been curious about Andrew Cody since the moment Jack mentioned he had a twin brother. They don't share a last name. 

And technically, they're triplets. 

But his mother had decided to only keep Andrew and his sister Julia. Jack never knew his deranged mother, who his brother calls Smurf for some reason. She had dropped Jack off at an orphanage and he was adopted by a family who lived on the east coast. His adopted parents, the Abbots, were lovely people. He was raised in a happy household. 

The same cannot be said for his brother Pope. 

“Why do you call him Pope?” You ask Jack on the drive to the prison. 

“That's what he told me to call him.” Jack shrugs. “I didn't pry. It's not my place.” 

You're unsure if you agree with that. If you found out randomly one day that you not only had a nearly identical twin, but that twin is in prison for an armed bank robbery gone wrong and goes by a strange nickname, you would definitely be asking a lot of questions. 

But Jack doesn't seem to have the same sense of curiosity that you do. He doesn't even know why he asked you to come with him. The two of you never go out together, unless it's convenient like for grocery shopping. He keeps a distance because his work is too hectic for him to be in a committed relationship. At least, that's the excuse he will keep telling himself because his feelings for you would grow out of control otherwise. Then he'll start imagining a life with you, one where you're his. 

A life he cannot have. Or won't allow himself to…

He has no idea that you feel the same way about him. 

And you aren't going to tell him. 

Because you don't want to ruin a simple arrangement. You are perfectly comfortable warming his bed whenever he's home. Even if it kills you sometimes to think that this could all end the moment he finds someone else. You try not to think about that. 

You focus back on Pope. “Will he be living with us?” 

“Until he gets on his feet. He'll stay at the guest house.” Jack has a small guest house in the backyard, the size of a studio apartment. It has its own bathroom so Pope would only have to come into the house for the kitchen. 

“How long do you think that'll be?” You can't imagine how rough the transition back into regular life is after being in prison for years… 

“Who knows. Shouldn't change things.” Jack had already set aside a fund for Pope. Sort of like a weekly allowance, at least until he finds work. That's why he has been picking up SWAT shifts. All that money was being put aside for this. 

“I'm sorry about your sister.” Pope had told Jack that their sister, Julia, had died of an overdose recently.

That's why Pope doesn't want to go back to Oceanside. He didn't even tell any of the Codys that he's being released. Though, they never went to visit him anyways, not even to tell him Julia died. He had to find out over the phone when he called Baz and Baz told him that her son J is staying with Smurf now. Pope meant to tell Baz at the very least but he ended up keeping his release to himself. None of them ever called him so he knows they won't find out either way. They probably figured he'd find a way to get himself stuck in prison forever…

“I never knew her so there's nothing to be sorry about.” Jack wonders how different his life would've been if his mother hadn't given him up for adoption. 

Him and Pope could not be more different. They may look alike but their life trajectories have skewed dramatically in opposite directions. Jack is a veteran and an attending physician for a very successful Emergency Department. Pope is a felon who is lucky that overcrowding had him booted out early on parole. 

“Still, it sucks you never got to meet her. Do you think you'd ever want to meet your half-brothers?” 

Jack shakes his head. “If what Pope has told me about them is true, I think it's best if they don't know I exist.”

The only reason Jack knows about Pope is because he had treated a patient that was obsessed with robberies. One of those online sleuth types. They thought Jack was Pope in disguise. That's how he found out he had an identical twin. 

They've been exchanging letters ever since. Jack has even gone to visit him a few times prior to his release. It was strange. Like looking into a mirror that's crooked. 

“It's kind of you to house him while he's readjusting.” It's a bit reminiscent of how you and Jack met. 

You were like a stray cat. He always saw you shopping late at night at the same twenty-four hour market he goes to, buying small handfuls of things here and there. One day, he asked you about why you only shopped at night. You asked him the same question. He told you that he works the night shift so he keeps that sleeping schedule even on his off days. You told him it's because you like the dark. 

You slept with him for the first time that night. In his truck, in the empty parking lot. That's when he knew you were just like him. You both had the same tastes in bed. He hasn't slept with anyone else since. Neither have you. 

You both are comfortable with each other. Not comfortable enough to admit the layer of feelings that neither of you want to address, but comfortable enough to fuck for hours at a time. 

Everything is about to change, though.

You and Jack stand outside the gate, waiting for Pope to come out. You notice the way Pope walks. There's a cadence to it that is…unique. The closer he gets to the two of you, the more your gut seems to churn. 

A weird sense of foreboding. 

You shake it off when Pope is in front of you. He looks at Jack then asks, “who's she?” 

Jack introduces you to Pope. “She lives with us.” 

“Why?” Pope furrows his brow at you. 

You do not have an easy answer to that. Neither does Jack. 

“Cheap rent.” You say with a shrug. Technically, you aren't lying. Free rent is cheap rent. 

He keeps his eyes on you, his gaze a bit more intense than any look you've ever seen on Jack's face. It's uncanny how similar they look. If it weren't for Pope's shorter hair, you might not be able to tell them apart… 

Pope stares at you the entire ride back out of the corner of his eye, since you have to sit between him and Jack in the truck. He can't tell if the two of you are in a relationship and just don't want to tell him. But there's no affectionate touching that couples would usually do. Jack keeps his hands on the wheel. You even lean more towards Pope than Jack. 

Maybe the two of you are just roommates. Pope doesn't believe it though. Because you're stunning. And small. Perfect to toss around in bed. 

You feel your ears heat up. You don't want to turn your head to check but you're sure Pope is staring at you. He keeps his hands at his sides and on occasion, his fingers brush against yours. You can't tell if it's on purpose or not. It has the butterflies in your stomach fluttering up a storm. 

“First meal out of prison, what do you want?” Jack and Pope had talked about this at length in their letter exchange. “Still want that burger I was telling you about?”

“Can I shower first?” Pope hasn't showered alone in years. He needs it. To feel somewhat normal again. 

“Sure. I'll drive home. I stocked your bathroom already.” 

Jack's words give you pause. When did he do that? Was that the reason he had a bunch of random packages these last few weeks? It was all stuff for Pope? 

“Thanks.” Pope is uncertain still if he trusts Jack's hospitality. He knows Jack is a doctor, which means he is well versed in treating a patient. 

But is Pope his patient or his brother? 

Pope doesn't know which he'd prefer. He doesn't have a great relationship with his brothers, even though he would do anything for them. Including taking the fall for a robbery gone wrong. 

They could've, at the very least, visited him… 

He was lucky the prison he was sent to was on the east coast near Jack so he had one visitor. It made him feel less alone. But very uneasy too. 

Because Jack has everything he would ever want. 

Except for you, for some reason. 

Pope watches the way the two of you interact when you all get to Jack's house. Jack doesn't hold the door open for you, going into the house first. Pope grabs it and holds it for you, letting you step in before him.

“Thanks, Andrew.” You tell him reflexively then catch yourself. “Shit, sorry, Jack told me you go by Pope.” 

“You can call me Andrew.” He likes how his name sounds coming from your lips. 

Jack shifts his attention back at Pope when the door closes then gestures, “let me show you where you'll be staying." 

That seems to be your cue to leave. You disappear into the nearby hallway. That must be where your room is. 

Jack catches how Pope still has his eyes on you as you walk away. That unsettles him. But he has no real claim on you. 

That's what disturbs him even more. The fact that Pope could pursue you if Jack doesn't step in to stop him… 

“She's pretty.” Pope says when he sees Jack looking at him with the same eyes Baz does when Pope would look at Catherine. Strange to see that look on his face. 

Is that how Pope would look if another man was eyeing his lover? 

So, the two of you definitely aren't just roommates. 

Jack doesn't comment on that. He just goes, “come on. You should wash up and then I'll take you out to eat.”

“She's not coming with us?” Pope's question drives Jack insane. 

Because he doesn't invite you out to eat. That's too intimate in his mind. He buys you take out if he picks something up on the way home from the hospital. Coffee on occasion. Usually after he texts you and asks if you want it. Because it's convenient. Not because he likes how you smile when he comes home with a treat. Definitely not… 

“You can ask her if you want.” Jack leaves that up to Pope. 

“Okay.” Pope sees a challenge when it presents itself. Jack probably figures he won't do it. 

He's in for quite a surprise. 

The guest house is like a tiny cottage in the backyard. It has enough space for a king sized bed surprisingly. Pope hasn't slept on such a large bed in years. It'll probably take a while for him to adjust to. Maybe he won't be sleeping at all… 

“There's clothes in the closet for you. I figured we're about the same size but let me know if anything doesn't fit right.” Jack sorted through his wardrobe for clothes that were a bit less fitted, in case Pope was more filled in than him. 

Pope nods then says quite bluntly, “do I get a key to the house?” 

“Your key is right here.” Jack points to the rack on the wall. “It opens the door that leads to the backyard and this guest house. The sliding door that leads to the kitchen is never locked so you can enter from there.” 

Pope tries not to be bothered by that. It's a bit too much like back at Smurf's. They never used the front door. Always entering the house from the pool into the kitchen.

Thankfully Jack doesn't have a pool. Pope would probably go crazy if he did. He's already pretty crazy to begin with. His brother doesn't need to know that just yet, though. 

“I'll be in the living room. Meet me when you're done.” Jack tells him before leaving. 

Pope takes a moment to look around the room. He straightens out the sheets on the bed. He grabs the chair that was at the small desk Jack keeps in here and faces it towards the door. He sits down, checking if this is a comfortable angle. He needs to be able to see any entrances. For his paranoia that a prison guard will come in at any moment and assault him. 

Once he has done that, he goes to shower. He spends a long time in the shower, doing everything he hasn't been able to do. Including jerking off. Thinking about you and your lovely voice saying his name. How soft your hand was when he'd brush his fingers against it at any bump on the road. Wondering what it would feel like wrapped around his cock. 

Would you be gentle with him? Would you want him to be gentle with you? 

In the living room, Jack can't shake off what Pope had asked him earlier so he gets up and goes to your room, knocking like he always does. You open the door and say, “Jack?”  

“Pope is going to ask you to come with us for dinner.” He just states it outright. 

“Okay?” You raise an eyebrow at him. “Thanks for the warning?”

“Are you going to say yes?” Jack doesn't know why he's even asking. He has asked you a lot of strange things today… 

“I haven't eaten.” That's the truth. You are hungry. “A burger sounds nice.” 

Jack can't really tell you to decline now. “Then I'll tell him you want to tag along. I'll come get you when he's ready.” 

You nod then shut your door. Jack stands there, biting back a sigh. What the hell is he doing? 

You're asking yourself the same question. Does he not want you interacting with Pope? You want to convince yourself that this is some kind of jealousy but you don't think Jack values you enough to be possessive over. That's what you think. That isn't the truth, however.

Jack is growing more possessive now that he realizes he might have competition for your attention. His own brother. He has to figure out a way to dissuade Pope. But that would require admitting that he wants you to be more than just a fuck buddy and he is not prepared for that yet. 

For the potential of losing you entirely if he screws everything up…

When Jack sees Pope open the sliding door, he says, “meet me outside.” 

“I still have to ask our roommate if she wants to tag along.” Pope purposefully emphasizes that fact. 

“I already asked. She is.” 

“Then I'll go tell her we're heading out.” Pope walks past Jack. He already memorized where your room is in the house. Jack can't stop him from knocking on your door. 

You open it and see Pope. “Oh, hello.” 

“Are you ready to eat?” Pope notices you've changed clothes. Did you shower too? You're dressed much more relaxed now. 

“Yeah.” You close your bedroom door behind you. When you turn back around, you nearly jump because Pope is still standing right there. Very close to you… 

“Do you need your wallet?” He sees you're bringing a bag with you. “I'll pay for your meal.” 

“That's sweet of you, Andrew.” You say kindly because it is a nice gesture. “But it's alright. You should save your money. At least until you get a steady income.” 

“I'll buy you a meal when I do then.” He gestures for you to walk ahead. He wants to be able to look at you for a bit longer. 

You feel flush because it's been a while since someone's been that forward with you. His gaze is right on you as you two step outside. Jack is already in his truck, waiting. Pope opens the passenger side door for you and you hop in, sitting between the two of them again. 

You clutch your bag in your lap, feeling a bit shy at how it feels to be sandwiched between them. You shake your head of thoughts you definitely should not be having. 

Maybe you should've said no to going out to eat…

It's a local fast casual restaurant, done up to look like a diner in the 70s. Jack has picked up food from this place for you before. They do have great burgers. 

The host sits the three of you at a booth and Jack gestures for you to sit down first before he chooses to sit next to you, making Pope sit on his own across from you. 

Pope doesn't mind this. It just means he gets to look at you the whole time. 

Your heart is hammering in your chest at how intense his gaze is. That's probably why you stumble on your order when the server comes by asking if you all want something to drink. You end up ordering a mixed drink and the two brothers get beers. The alcohol will help ease your nerves, hopefully. 

“Do you two go out to drink often?” Pope asks and Jack knows he's probing on purpose. He has to hide his annoyance at that. 

“No.” Jack says to Pope directly, hoping that's the end of his questioning. 

Pope turns to you. “Do you like to drink?”

You shrug. “Sometimes.” 

“So, how did you two become roommates?” He asks the question Jack has been trying to avoid the most. 

You answer. “He told me he had a free room and needed someone to watch his house when he was at work.”

“How nice of Jack.” Pope says, his eyes drifting to your lips for just a second. 

“Why do people call you Pope?” If Pope is going to push Jack, he's going to do the same thing back. 

“Because I robbed a church when I was a teenager and beat up a priest.” Pope answers right as the server comes with the drinks. They give him a concerned look as they set his beer in front of him. He holds a very cold expression until they walk away. 

Once Jack knows you all aren't in earshot of anyone, he tells Pope, “don't think about doing that shit while you're living with me. Move out first.” 

“Don't worry. I'm not doing anything that will land me back in prison.” Pope smiles right at you as he says, “I'd hate to jeopardize such a nice living situation." 

It's fun to lie through his teeth. Because he knows everything he wants to do will upset the delicate balance between you and Jack. Doesn't mean he won't do it though. 

Like brush his foot up against your ankle under the table. 

The first time, you figure it's an accident. The second time, you know he's doing it on purpose…because he takes a swig of his beer right when you feel his foot trail up your calf. 

Again, it makes you nervous enough to mess up your order when the server comes back for the food order. Pope likes how you look when you're nervous. 

“Can I get another beer?” He tells the server, who nods immediately before quickly walking away. 

“Don't overdo it while we're out.” Jack doesn't want to drag a drunk Pope home. “I have beers at home.” 

“Are you saying I can get drunk at your house?” His words hold a strange weight to them. It's that unease… 

“I'm saying you don't have to drink here.” Jack has to keep Pope in check. That'll prove to be more difficult than he imagined. 

It never crossed Jack's mind that Pope might be tough to deal with. When he had visited Pope in prison, Jack met a very different version of his twin. More timid. A bit hardened. Probably from whatever he was experiencing in there.

Freedom is making Pope act differently than Jack expected. More bold…

You are experiencing that boldness right now. You aren't going to pretend you aren't attracted to Pope. You're very attracted to Jack so…it only makes sense that your body reacts to Pope as well. But you have to nudge his foot away from you. He doesn't bother you again after that. He keeps his gaze on you, though. Because he wants to enjoy looking at you with that shy expression on your face. He finds it so cute. 

Once you're all done eating, Jack pays and then drives you all to a nearby grocery store, since he wants Pope to be able to buy his own groceries. 

You notice how precise everything he buys is. Square bologna. Cheddar cheese slices that are exactly the same size as the bologna. A loaf of sliced bread that is just big enough that the cheese and bologna will be perfectly sandwiched. He buys cereal and milk too. Simple things. He pays with them with the card Jack gave him. 

Pope points to the candy and gum that is always available near the register. “Want anything?” 

“Oh.” You're caught off guard. Maybe that's why you pick a pack of gum and place it on the belt with the rest of Pope's things. “Thank you, Andrew.” 

“You're welcome.” The smile he gives you makes your stomach churn. You can't tell if you like the feeling or not. 

Once he pays, Pope hands you your pack of gum. He intentionally brushes his hand over yours when you take it, making your heart skip a beat. 

“Do you want a piece?” You open it, since you like to chew gum after you've eaten a meal. 

“Sure.” He takes one from the pack.

You turn to Jack, who has been keeping quiet this whole time when the two of you have been interacting casually. “Do you want one?” 

Jack takes a piece. “Thanks.” 

You all chew gum as Jack drives home. It's like a different kind of quiet. Just the sound of gum chewing. Yours is very delicate. Pope is blowing bubbles. Jack chews it with the back of his teeth. 

“Have a good night.” You tell them both before you head down your hallway, which is close to the front door. 

Pope watches you leave and waits until he hears your door close to say to Jack, “are you sleeping with her?” 

“What?” Jack looks his brother in the eye when he answers. “Why are you asking me that?” 

“Do you think she'd sleep with me?” Pope has to be baiting Jack. There's no other reason he would be asking Jack this otherwise. 

“Why would she sleep with you?” Jack hides his irritation. 

“Because we look alike.” Pope meets Jack's eyes. The same hazel eyes that he has. “I bet we fuck the same.” 

“I don't care what you do or who you do it with.” Jack hates that he's lying but he can't say otherwise. “Just don't do anything that will land you back in prison.” 

Pope knows what Jack is implying with his words. “You think I'm going to rape her?” 

“No.” Jack doesn't think so. But he has to ask for his own peace of mind. “Would you?” 

“Nope.” He would only take you willingly. He doesn't want you to look at him with fear in your eyes. Just pleasure. “I told you, I'm not going back to prison for any reason.” 

“I'll hold you to it.” Jack wishes he felt less tense but he can't shake the feeling. 

“Why don't you date her?” Pope keeps pressing Jack to his very limits. 

“I don't want to.” 

“I've always wondered what I look like when I'm lying.” Pope points at Jack's expression. “Must look a lot like that.” 

“Why does it matter to you?” Jack can't hide his frustration anymore. 

“Because if I pursue her, I don't want you getting in my way.” Pope smiles in a way that sends chills down Jack's spine. 

“I won't.” 

“Liar.” Pope pats him on the back. “Have a good night, Jack.” 

Jack watches Pope walk away and when the guest house door shuts, Jack curses under his breath, “motherfucker.” 

Against his best judgment, Jack locks the sliding door. Meaning Pope won't be able to come in until the morning. Then, he goes to rinse off the anger he feels in the shower. But not even a cold shower can settle his mind. 

He knows this is bothering him bad because he feels the phantom ache in his leg. That only happens when he's hung up on something. His mind will always wander to the missing feeling. 

He has to do something about this. 

So, when he's dressed again, Jack heads to your room. He knocks, like he always does, and you open it. 

“Jack?” You weren't expecting to see him again today. “What's—”

Jack grabs a hold of your face, kissing you all of a sudden. He kicks the door shut behind him and then locks it before he starts pulling off your shirt. You don't resist. Because you want him too. 

You just aren't prepared for him to shove you back on the bed with your legs hanging off the edge. He kneels down between your legs, tugging off your pajama pants, leaving you completely naked while he's still fully dressed. Your hand barely has time to grip onto his hair. His mouth is on your clit in an instant, sucking the life out of you. He hasn't been this impatient in a while. 

You cum quicker than usual from it, the sudden aggression turning you on more than you'd like to admit. You can't stop the moan that leaves your lips when his tongue dips inside of you, trying to find that spot that he can flick with the tip of his tongue that makes you scream. 

Once he finds it, you're squirming, the pleasure building too fast. You try to slow him down, “Jack, it's too much, please—”

He doesn't listen. Instead his hand slides up the length of your stomach until he squeezes your breast, rolling his thumb over your nipple. You can't stop yourself from cumming right then. 

Jack won't let you breathe. He stays like that until you're grinding your hips against his face, no longer trying to pretend like you aren't loving this. You usually don't let him spoil you like this. It makes you crave it too much. 

You'll start craving the way he demands, “cum on my face.” 

You do. It's hard not to. He's lapping it up like he hasn't taken a sip of water in ages. There's an intense hunger in his movements. Like he can't get enough of you. 

“Jack, I need a break, please—” You cry out when three of his fingers slide inside of you, curling right up against the spot his tongue was just abusing. “I'm going to—”

“Just cum.” He commands. “Don't think. Don't resist.” 

You listen too easily. Your orgasm is so intense that you squirt on his fingers, drenching his hand. He presses his palm and kneads your clit in response, forcing more out of you. 

“Please, I need—” You can't finish your sentence because you're cumming again.

“What do you need? Say it.” Jack won't stop until you do. 

“Your cock.” You tell him desperately as your pussy squeezes around his fingers. “I need your cock.”

“What do you need my cock for?” He's not letting you off that easily. 

“I need you inside of me.” You plead. “I want you to fuck me.” 

“Beg for it.” He starts moving his fingers violently side to side, making you see stars as you cum harder than you have all night. 

“Please fuck me.” You pant out in your orgasmic haze that's still going on because he simply will not stop fingering you. You don't care how needy you sound as you beg, “please, I need your cock inside of me, I want to cum on your cock, please make me cum on your cock.” 

“Flip over.” He snaps at you to hurry as he pulls his fingers out of you, making your legs shake. “Spread your pussy for me.” 

It's humiliating to be on your knees in bed, with your hand between your legs, spreading yourself wide for him. But you're instantly rewarded with the entire length of his cock ramming deep inside of you. 

“Rub your clit.” He doesn't want you to move your hand away just yet. “I want to feel you cum like a little whore.” 

You muffle your moans into your pillow as you rub your clit while he pounds into you from behind. You're cumming with every thrust, your hand soaked with your own release. You'll have to change your sheets. You see how dark the fabric is where your knees are.

“You're making such a mess.” Jack smacks your ass as punishment, which makes you cum harder. “Do you squirt on every cock that fucks you like this?” 

You shake your head. He sees it. That satisfies a nasty desire of Jack's. The one that wants you all for himself. 

“So just my cock then?” He angles himself more so he can rub up against a deeper spot inside of you. The one that has you gasping for air every time the tip of his cock pounds against it. 

“Yes.” You repeat that word over and over again until you cum. “Oh fuck, Jack, I can't—”

You can't cum anymore. You feel like you'll go dumb if he keeps this up. You're drowning in pleasure. And it won't stop. 

“Please…” You don't know what you're begging for anymore. 

Do you want him to stop or do you want this to last forever? 

You're scared that it's the latter when he tells you, “be my good little whore and keep cumming for me.” 

There's something intoxicating about the way he degrades you and praises you at the same time. You tighten up so much when he talks to you like that. 

You cry out his name when you finally feel him cumming inside of you, filling you up so much that you can feel his cum leaking out of you. You hear his heavy breaths behind you, the sound flooding your mind with desires you shouldn't have. 

Jack pulls out of you and you collapse onto the bed, unable to hold yourself up anymore. You expect him to leave. He usually does once he cums. 

But he doesn't. 

Instead, you feel him pull your back against his chest, his arms wrapping around you. He cradles you like this. You don't know how to feel about it. It's so intimate. 

Especially when he whispers in your ear, “spread your legs.” 

Your legs are so weak but your body listens without a second thought, your legs parting for him. His hand slides down from your stomach before slipping between your open legs. You gasp when his fingers thrust inside of you again. 

“Jack…” You turn your head back to look at him and before you can say anything else, his lips are on yours. 

And now, you don't care about how your actions will look. 

Your arm hooks back, so you can keep his head steady as he kisses you and fingers you at the same time. You moan against his lips when he starts kneading your clit with his palm. You arch your back against him when you're getting close. His other hand grips your breast, playing with your nipple between his fingers. This position makes your mind go hazy from the pleasure. 

You cum while his lips are still on yours. You swear, this is a first. You've never cum while he's kissing you. He doesn't kiss you often. You assumed it was because it was too intimate for your relationship with him. 

But tonight, he wants to kiss you. He wants your tongue to tangle with his as his fingers torture you. He wants you fully focused on him in this moment. 

You feel how hard he's grown again, his cock rubbing against your ass. You want him inside of you again already…

Jack does too. But he needs to hear you say it so he breathes out against your lips, “do you want me to fuck you again?” 

“Yes.” You stare into his eyes, your voice all light and airy. “I always want you.” 

Jack pulls his fingers out of you. His eyes are locked on yours as he licks them clean, making you shiver all over. Then, he lays you down on your back and gets on top of you, much to your surprise. You and Jack rarely do missionary. Again, too intimate…

But you cling onto him when his cock slides back inside of you. This time, he's so slow with his strokes that it's almost agonizing. Like the look on his face. 

Jack is staring down at you like he's afraid to lose you. You reach up, cupping his face in your hands. He leans into your touch. This is the most vulnerable you've ever seen him. 

“Kiss me, Jack.” You can't think of anything else to say that would reassure him that you want him. You can't say the words you want to say, so you hope that's enough.

Jack hooks his arms under you, rolling his hips against yours, fucking you nice and slow as his lips return to yours. The orgasms he pulls out of you now are so gentle but overwhelming at the same time. Because there's a layer of something unspoken. 

Something that doesn't remain unspoken for long. When Jack feels like he's getting close, he pulls away from your lips, looking into your eyes when he says, “if you want me to cum inside of you, promise me something.” 

“Okay.” You nod, waiting for him to tell you what.

It takes all your remaining willpower to keep your expression calm when he tells you, “promise me you won't leave me alone.”

“Oh, Jack.” You trail your fingers along his jaw and he closes his eyes, showing you how much he likes your touch. “I won't leave you alone. I promise.” 

He seals that promise with a kiss and with a few more gentle thrusts, you feel his release inside of you again. You hold onto him because you don't want to let him go. Not after he said that. 

“I don't care what happens.” Jack breathes out, every word warm against your lips. “As long as I get to hold you like this again.” 

It isn't a love confession. It's something else entirely. Something deeper than love. 

The fear of complete loss. 

“You will.” You promise him. “I won't go anywhere. I want to be here.” 

Some might say that Jack should ask for more of you. To ask you for your whole heart. But he doesn't feel worthy of that. So he'll settle for a constant place in your life. A guaranteed place, no matter what.

Jack kisses your forehead. It's so sweet and tender. Then he helps you into your bathroom. He draws you a bath and gently sets you into the tub. 

“Good night.” That's all he says before he leaves you in the tub. 

You don't know how to feel. You want to be happy with this development. He said it in his own way that he wants you. That should make you feel good. 

You sink into the bath, dipping your hand between your legs. You trail along your folds, feeling how sensitive you are after what just happened. You close your eyes, remembering the way Jack's lips felt on yours with his fingers buried inside of you. You can't stop yourself from touching yourself to the memory of it. You cum for the last time tonight, the pleasure making your mind almost as fuzzy as Jack's words did. 

Jack leaves your room but stands there for a while. He doesn't know what that was. What compelled him to do that, to say those words, to want to hear your response to them. His chest aches in an unfamiliar way. 

Then his stomach churns when he sees that the sliding door is unlocked…

Jack definitely locked it before he went to your room. So, how is it unlocked? 

Unless…

Jack glances out to the guest house. He sees that the lights are on through the window in the front. Pope must be in there. 

He is, sitting in his chair, staring out at Jack through the sheer curtains that cover the window. Pope squeezes his fists open and close, over and over, thinking. 

Thinking about how loud you were moaning while Jack was fucking you. How distracted the two of you were that neither of you heard him picking the lock to the sliding door and opening it. How neither of you felt his presence at your door, listening to everything with his hand wrapped around his cock. 

That's the second time he has cum today because of you. 

A trend he is certain will continue.

Life with Pope is interesting. That's the best word you have for it. It's been a week since he started living with you and Jack. The house is spotless. Pope spends most of his day deep cleaning. You haven't seen the wood floors this polished ever. 

It is a bit distracting, however. You usually work on your laptop in the living room but with Pope fussing around, it's hard to focus. But you don't like working in your room because you want to keep work separate from where you sleep.

Pope notices that you can't sit still and tells you, “there's a desk in the guest house. You can use it.” 

That is a good idea. You need to get this edit finished. 

“Thanks.” You follow him out there. 

When he lets you into the guest house, you notice that the chair is nowhere near the desk. The desk is in front of the house but the chair is all the way in the back. He grabs it for you and sets it at the desk. You don't question it and set up your laptop. 

“What do you do for work?” Pope has his hand on the back of the chair, his knuckles brushing along your back. 

You try not to stutter but his hand is distracting, “I-I edit novels.”

“So you read all day?” He lowers his body until his head is hovering over your shoulder, looking at what's on your computer screen. “That looks like a lot of reading.”

“It can be a lot. That's why I work from home.” You can't imagine having to go into the office and drown in text. 

“What kind of novel is this?” He brings the hand that was on your chair forward, draping over your other shoulder, pointing at the screen. 

Pope smiles out of your view at the way your breath catches in your throat in reaction. He has you trapped. Your heart is racing in your chest. You can feel your heartbeat in your ears. 

“It's…um…it's a science fiction novel.” You scroll up to show him the synopsis you wrote. 

With how close his head is to your shoulder, you can actually feel his chin move as he mouths the words while he reads. “Interesting. So, what happens? How does it end?”

“Happy ending, of course.” The publishing company you work for specializes in novels that have happy endings. 

Pope turns to look at you. When you turn your head to see what he's doing, you're ill prepared for how close his face is to yours. He smiles before leaning in. You half expect him to kiss you but he brushes his nose against yours instead. A little tease. 

“You should get back to work.” You feel every word of his against your lips. “I'll come back when I'm done cleaning.” 

Pope pulls away, leaving you with your heart pounding in your chest. When the door shuts, you try to shake off what just happened. This isn't the first time Pope has come in close contact with you. 

You've noticed how casually he'll touch you. A hand on your back to move you aside as he walks by. Brushing an eyelash off your face with his thumb. He likes touching you.

And you're worried you like it too…

Ever since that night with Jack, he hasn't visited your room. Is it because the two of you came to an agreement that you won't suddenly leave him? You hate how needy you feel. Especially after having experienced such an intense night. Your body is craving intimacy more than ever. 

Maybe that's why you don't push Pope away when he gets close to you. It's horrible to say but…you like the attention. You like that he has his eyes on you whenever you're in the same room as him. It makes you feel wanted. Something you thought Jack was going to make you feel after that night. 

But he has been so busy working. He has been at the hospital every day this week due to a staffing shortage. So you can't really blame him. He can't give you the attention you crave, even if he'd want to. He's exhausted by the time he comes home. 

It's why Jack can't commit to a relationship. Because if he knew someone was waiting at home for him, it would kill him inside. He doesn't know that you are always waiting for him. Or, he just chooses not to believe it.

You finish editing the novel when it's well into the evening. Jack has probably left for work already after sleeping all day. Pope still hasn't come to check on you. Not that you're waiting for him to come back…

You finally close your laptop, leaning back in the chair, sighing. That was the last big project you had to do for work. The next few days should be a lot lighter, mainly fixing small mistakes that the proofreaders caught. You'll get a bit of a break until they've sent in the errors they find. 

You walk out of the guest house to…Pope and Jack having a pretty heated discussion. Neither of them notice that you're watching. They're standing in the kitchen. The sliding door is open just a tad, which is why you can hear everything they're saying.

And you are in utter shock.

“You work too much.” Pope tells Jack. “She's getting lonely.”

“What does this have to do with you?” Jack has been hearing the same shit from Pope all week. 

Pope just shrugs in response. “Maybe I don't like seeing her all mopey.” 

“She is not…” Jack bites back a curse word. This is exactly what he was afraid of and someone is finally confronting him about it. He does not like it one bit. “I can't control how she feels.”

“You can control how you act.” 

Jack is tired of Pope's bullshit. 

“Is that what you're doing? When you stand outside her bedroom at night?” His words finally crack the nonchalant facade Pope has been trying to maintain. He pushes further. “I know you unlock the sliding door at night. I know what you do, Pope.” 

“What do I do?” Pope snaps back, walking up to Jack to confront him face to face, his aura threatening. “Tell me.” 

Jack doesn't want to say it. But he has seen Pope outside of your room, just staring at your door. It's why Jack hasn't been coming to your room. He doesn't want to give Pope material to jerk off to. He doesn't want your private moments with him to be heard. Because he cannot keep Pope out. 

There's not a lock on Earth that would be able to keep Pope from you. 

Jack glances down at his watch. “I'm late for work.” 

And that's all he says before he leaves. 

Jack doesn't notice that you're standing there, in disbelief. But Pope notices. His eyes shift to you and your heart stops. Then, it starts to pound loudly in your chest when he makes his way over to you. 

“Did you hear everything?” Pope knows you did. You wouldn't have such a surprised expression if you hadn't. 

“I-I…” You can't find the words to say. You just swallow the lump in your throat.

“How does it make you feel?” He steps closer to you and you don't back away. You're frozen in place as he says, “knowing that I've heard you touch yourself so desperately these last few nights?” 

A wave of shame and embarrassment floods over you. There's a reason you picked that specific room in the house. It's the furthest room from Jack's. Meaning, you can touch yourself while calling out Jack's name and he would never know. You checked the soundproofing. He would have to be pressed up against the door to hear you and Jack would never do that. 

But Pope would. 

“What does he do to you that makes you scream his name when you make yourself cum?” Pope closes the space between the two of you and you choke on your own breath when he asks you, “how do I get you to do that for me?” 

“Please don't tell him.” You can't have Jack knowing this. It's not something you're proud of… 

“He doesn't know how lucky he is.” Pope reaches forward, cupping your cheek with his cold hand. You don't even flinch. Because his touch is like an alternative version of Jack's. A bit more jagged, but so similar. 

“Lucky?” You don't get what Pope is saying. 

So he explains, “it would be a privilege to have you scream my name like that while you're feeling good. How did Jack get so lucky to have a beautiful woman do that for him?” 

You place your hands on his chest, using your laptop as a makeshift barrier. You don't push him away but you don't pull him closer. You're building a wall between you and Pope. Because you're scared what will happen if one of you leans in. 

You don't think you'd be able to resist. 

So you keep your hands on his chest, giving you just the space of your elbows. If he gets any closer, you'd feel his body heat too much. It makes you dizzy…

“Are you scared of me?” Pope asks and his question confuses you. 

“No.” You shake your head. “That's not…” 

“You are afraid of me.” He tells you, his words piercing you in unspeakable ways. “You're afraid of me making you feel good.” 

Now that the truth is in the air, you're more overwhelmed than you were a few moments ago. It's like he caught you red-handed. He did catch you red-handed…

“Why were you outside my door?” You look him in the eyes when you ask, “did you want to come in?” 

“I could've.” You don't lock your door. Not like that would've deterred him if you wanted him to be there. He'd pick that lock in a heartbeat. 

“You didn't.” You don't know what you would've done if Pope opened your door while you had a toy buried inside of you, fucking yourself with it. 

“Would you have wanted me to?” He doesn't move closer. He wants you to do it. He wants to see you give in to your desire. 

You take your hands off of him then, taking a step back. 

Because you were about to say yes. 

You try to ground yourself, clenching onto your laptop tighter. 

You're getting swept up in Pope. 

That's why you need to say, “you're only interested in me because of Jack. Whatever you feel for me, it'll pass.” 

It always does. You have been in enough shitty relationships to know that no one has ever stayed interested in you. Especially not when you start to let yourself crave more of them. They always back away then. Calling you needy, unbearable, tiring. 

At least with Jack, you know where you stand. He's not stringing you along. You feel secure in your relationship with Jack. 

You don't feel secure in your relationship with Pope. You feel like you would drown in his affection. Something you are more than desperate for. But you can't take that risk. 

It'll only hurt you more later.

His response makes you ache all over, “I'm interested in why Jack is willing to risk losing you to someone else. I wouldn't take that risk. I would've made you mine ages ago.” 

You shake your head. “You wouldn't. Trust me, I…”

You wrap your arms around your middle, clutching your laptop like a shield, pain sweeping over you. It's a familiar feeling. Heartache. 

“I'm just a good fuck.” You tell him, choking back the sob that threatens to leave your lips. “I'm not anything more than that.” 

But you saying that does not dissuade him at all. 

Instead, Pope steps closer. He has decided that you won't be able to make the first move. You won't allow yourself to. 

“You never answered my question.” He grabs a hold of your chin, making you look him in the eyes as he repeats himself, “would you have wanted me to come into your bedroom while you were touching yourself and give you what you really want?” 

You can't hide from the intensity of his stare. You can't run away. Your body has gone completely rigid. 

Because you can't say no. 

Why can't you just say no? 

Tell him no! 

Pope licks his lips as his thumb brushes across your lower lip. Your whole body quivers in response. Just from a small touch…meaning you won't survive more than this. He'll corrupt you completely.

“If you say no, I won't bother you ever again.” He gently caresses your cheek before trailing his hand down to rest at the nape of your neck. His thumb glides along the column of your throat, making it hard for you to breathe. Though maybe it's his words that make you breathless. “If that's what you really want. I promise, you will never have to interact with me again.” 

That same heartache from before stabs into you like a dull blade. You've never experienced this before. Someone willing to give up their affection because you said so. Usually, you're the one doing that. The one who has to let go even when you don't want to because they don't feel anything for you anymore. 

Pope feels something for you. Enough for him to suppress it at your command. 

So, tell him. Tell him that you don't want him. Tell him so that he can leave you like everyone else has. 

Tell him the truth. 

“I don't want that.” You can't take back the words once they leave your lips. “I don't want you to leave me alone.” 

All of a sudden, you understand exactly what Jack felt the other day…

“What do you want?” Pope leans in closer, now that he knows you're willing. “I'll do whatever you want.” 

“I don't know.” That's the truth. You really don't know. 

“Do you want to know what I want?” He pulls you closer to him by your neck. It's gentle and forceful at the same time. 

You can't speak. You can only nod. 

“I want…” Pope leans in, his lips resting on the shell of your ear as he whispers, “you, underneath me, screaming my name instead of his. Would you like that?” 

Again, you can't speak. 

And again, you can only nod…

“Good girl.” He gives you a kiss on the forehead. “I'm glad you can be honest.” 

You feel a mixture of fear and excitement. Fear that you'll enjoy this too much. Excited for it to happen regardless. 

Pope smiles at you, at the bashful face you're making. He basks in the desire in your eyes. “Where do you want me?” 

You can't answer because you're unsure if you could take him to your bedroom. It would be impossible not to think about him if the two of you slept together on your bed. You'd relive the memory every time you lay down. That's what happened with Jack. 

“I don't know.” You're so nervous right now. 

“Let's go to the guest house then.” Pope decides for the two of you. That way, he can reminisce about you every time he lays down in bed. It might actually make him want to sleep in bed. 

He puts his hand out for you to hold. You take it and follow behind him as he walks you back to the guest house. You set your laptop back down on the desk.

Then, when your hands are finally free, Pope comes up to you, his eyes taking you in completely. You're so beautiful to him. He knows you'll be even more stunning without any clothes on. 

But you press your hands against his chest when he tries to come closer. He looks at you, puzzled. You swallow your nerves to tell him, “can I use your shower?” 

You've been sitting at a desk all day, mulling over words on a screen. You're sweaty and you don't want him to touch you for the first time when you're not clean. 

“Can we use it together?” Pope wouldn't mind a nice shower. 

“Okay.” You and Jack have never done that before. Only baths, since he can't stand in the shower. He probably could with his prosthetic but he prefers not to get it wet if he doesn't need to. 

“Can I take off your clothes?” Pope wants to be the one that undresses you.

You nod, letting him come close again. His hands hold onto the hem of your shirt and you lift your arms so he can pull it off of you. He does the same, pulling off his shirt, so you don't feel alone. 

It's actually crazy how similar him and Jack look. Even their bodies are only slightly different. The main difference being how much more intimidating Pope carries himself. 

Pope rests his hands on your hips before he pulls your pants off of you. You step out of them, leaving yourself in just your bra and underwear. He takes off his pants, leaving him in only his boxer briefs. You try not to notice that he's hard. 

“Turn around.” Pope instructs and you listen. He unhook your bra and then gently pulls down the straps one at a time, making you shiver all over from the soft touches. 

He steps closer to you, close enough that you can feel his hard cock against your back. His hands slide down from your stomach to the waistband of your underwear. 

Then, he whispers in your ear, “you don't have to wear these anymore. It would be easier to fuck you whenever I want if you went without.” 

He pulls them off of you at that moment, letting you stand there, stunned by his words. You know he has pulled his off because the heat of his bare cock is back on your back. He feels big. Jack's is pretty big. 

Could they really be that similar? 

“We should head into the shower.” He says to you, pressing a kiss against your bare shoulder. “Before I can't control myself any longer.” 

Pope takes your hand and guides you into the shower. He turns it on, shielding you from the cold water that sprays out first. You take that instance to look down at his cock. 

He catches you. “Are you comparing us in your mind?” 

You definitely are. They're about the same size but different in one very distinct way. Pope is uncut. You can't remember the last time you fucked someone with foreskin. You're a bit surprised by that. 

“You might as well touch it if you're going to keep staring that hard." Pope takes your hand and wraps it around his cock. “Go ahead, touch me.” 

You stroke up the length of his cock until you reach the tip. You like how hot it feels in your hand. You also like the look on Pope's face when you start to move your hand. He grabs your wrist, stopping you. 

“If you keep doing that, I'll fuck you right here.” He isn't going to cum until he's buried inside of you. 

You pull your hands away from him. He hands you a bar of soap. You wash your body while he does the same. You don't get your hair wet, thanks to him shielding you from the shower until you're ready to rinse your body. 

“Thank you.” You appreciate his consideration. 

“Can you say my name when you thank me?” He wants to hear his name from your lips more often. 

“Thank you, Andrew.” You tell him as he helps you dry off with a towel. 

Then, he takes your hand again and walks you over towards the bed. It doesn't look like it has been touched at all. 

Where has he been sleeping? The floor? 

You can't think straight anymore when he pushes your back up against the wall and closes the space between the two of you. There's so much warmth radiating off of him after the shower. It's making every breath you take heavy.

You try to ignore the way his cock rests against your lower stomach, throbbing. You can't ignore the way Pope cups your face with his hands before he kisses you for the first time. You're taken back by how gentle his kisses are. Perhaps you judged him prematurely. You expected him to be more aggressive. 

You haven't been touched like this in a long time. Like you're precious to him. Like he's afraid that one wrong move will turn you off. 

“Your lips are so soft.” He says, nipping at your bottom lip lightly with his teeth. “I could kiss you all day.” 

“Would you?” You look at his lips, reaching up to touch them. 

“Are you saying you'd let me?” He leans in again, kissing you once more. The butterflies are dancing around in your stomach. 

“I wouldn't stop you.” You wouldn't stop Jack either. But he never has. Will Pope? 

“I understand now.” He starts to kiss down the side of your neck, feeling the way his words make you shiver, “you like being used whenever, wherever.” 

His hands slide down to your waist, holding you against the wall as his lips make their way down to your collarbone. He kisses along the length of it and the gentleness of it is driving you wild. 

Especially when his words don't match his actions. “Have you always been a ready and available hole for Jack?” 

“Yes.” You don't hide it. You like when he would just fuck you wherever you were in the house. 

“Will you be that for me?” His lips trail lower, hovering over your breasts. He just stares at them, refusing to touch them. He's purposefully avoiding the areas that make you feel good. 

Pope likes the build up. You're squirming from it, and his question. 

You only nod in response, giving into your desire. If he wants to use your body, you're ready and willing. You hope he actually does it. But he keeps his hands away from anywhere sensitive. It's killing you…

“Please touch me, Andrew.” You can't stand waiting any longer. 

“I am touching you.” He smiles, resting his hands on your shoulders. “See?” 

“That's not…” You gasp when his hands slide to meet in the middle, closing around your neck. 

“Do you not like these touches?” His thumbs press down on the center of your throat. Any air you breathe in is trapped right there. Your body is trembling. 

Pope gently spreads your legs apart with his thigh, pushing it right up against your pussy. You're embarrassed by how wet you are from this. Surely he can feel it on his thigh now.

“Let me see you cum like this.” He tells you, gesturing to his thigh between your legs. “Grind those hips like the whore you are.” 

He heard. He must've heard you and Jack. He knows how much you like being degraded and humiliated…

You nearly cum just from that. You don't hide anything anymore. You show him how needy you are, grinding against his thigh, desperate to cum. The friction against your clit is incredible. The way Pope is staring at you is electric.

You lift your hands up to wrap around his wrists and for a moment, he expects you to tug his hands off your neck. But instead, you pull him closer, wanting him to choke you. He's never wanted someone so badly before, his cock throbbing like crazy. 

Pope applies more pressure, forcing your eyes to roll back in your head. You can't breathe. You're still grinding against his thigh, getting closer and closer to your release. 

Then, he whispers in your ear, “cum right now or I'll snap your neck.” 

His hands squeeze your throat harder, his threat apparent. You cum all over his thigh in an instant, choking on your own moans. You ride his thigh through your orgasm, wanting it to last longer. 

All the while, Pope has the loveliest smile on his face. When you've come down from your high, he lets your neck go and returns to holding your face tenderly, kissing you with so much sweetness. The contrast sends such shock waves through you. You can't tell which side of him you like more…

“You did very well.” He praises you, your heart skipping a beat in response. “Now lay down for your reward.” 

Pope likes how obedient you are. You lay down right away on the bed, hands clasped over your stomach, patiently waiting. He can see now why Jack keeps you here. 

Why would anyone let you go? 

“Are you comfortable?” He climbs on top of you. “Do you need another pillow?”

You shake your head. There's tension coiling in your stomach because you have no idea what's going to happen next. You don't know what a reward looks like from Pope. 

It starts with him finally cupping your breasts with both of his hands, grasping them firmly. You bite back a whimper when he rolls his thumbs over your nipples. A few more swipes and they're nice and hard for him, so he leans in and takes one in his mouth, swirling his tongue around it. 

Then, he trails lower, kissing a line down your stomach until he's between your legs. His eyes are locked on yours when his tongue drags up along your folds until he reaches your clit. He flicks it with the tip of his tongue and you can't hold in your voice anymore. 

“Andrew.” His name comes out all raspy from your lips as your orgasm builds from him playing with your clit in his mouth. 

The expression on his face is pure delight. He loves how you say his name when you're about to cum. He needs to hear it more. So he takes his time, learning what makes you rasp out his name, not letting you cum. 

You wouldn't consider this a reward. This is more like torture. He keeps edging you, bringing you so close to cumming only to pull away at the last second. 

“Please, Andrew.” You can't take it anymore. “I want to cum.” 

He knows that. He can tell from how much slick has built up. He can probably slide right into you right now. But he won't.

“What's the rush?” He says, placing a kiss on your inner thigh. “We have all night.” 

This is different from the sex you've had with Jack. Usually, it's hot and intense. There's no stalling anything. If he wants to fuck you, he does. 

With Pope, he just spent years in prison. He's not looking to do anything quickly. He has to savor everything now that he's free. 

“Just let me cum once.” You barter because you can't handle getting so close and then not going over the edge. 

“You already came once. Don't tell me you forgot.” He smirks. 

You're so frustrated right now. The denial is making you insatiable. You want to cum. You want to cum a lot. But he won't let you. 

“I thought I was supposed to get a reward.” You whine because you have no other options. 

“You're right.” He says, his gaze shifting down to your core. “I did say you'd get a reward.” 

You scream the moment two of his fingers thrust inside of you without warning. You're not ready at all for the sudden burst of stimulation, his fingers curling inside of you until your body is shaking.

“Wait, wait, wait—” You try to move away, to try to stop yourself from bursting at the seams.

But then he locks his lips around your clit and starts to suck, pressing his fingers upwards inside of you right below it, and you cum hard. So hard that you squirt and it won't stop. His fingers are relentless. He slips another one in, stretching you out, watching as your back arches in response. Your body wants him deeper. 

But your mind is completely blank. The pleasure fogging all your senses. You haven't stopped cumming. 

“Andrew!” You plead for him to give you a break. “Please, I can't keep—”

Pope watches your body convulse from the consecutive orgasms. He just stares at you, at how utterly helpless you are. Your pussy is squeezing his fingers so tightly, he can't possibly let go. 

Unless… “It's either my fingers or my cock. Which would you prefer?” 

You answer almost too fast, “your cock, please.” 

“Are you on birth control?” Either way, he's going in raw. 

You nod, craving him inside of you. He pulls his fingers free then presses down on your lower stomach. He licks his lips when you cum again from the pressure, drenching the sheets beneath you. He can't help himself. He leans in, having a taste. 

You grab a hold of his head and hold him there, angling yourself so he can give you another orgasm before he fucks you. Because you wanted a reward for enduring that. 

You rest your hands on his shoulders when he climbs back up over you, lining his cock up at your entrance. You spread your legs wider, so it's easier for him. 

“Jack is the stupidest man alive.” Pope says to you bluntly. “Because why would he ever let someone else fuck you when you're this perfect?” 

You dig your nails into his skin when his cock pushes inside of you. You're so wet that he hilts with ease, your hips meeting his. You wrap your legs around him, pulling him closer to you. 

Pope closes his eyes. He wants to etch this feeling to memory. The very first time your pussy squeezes around his cock. 

“Andrew?” You reach up to caress his face, running your fingers along his jaw. “Are you okay?” 

He opens his eyes, staring down at you. You've never seen this look before. Not even on Jack's face. It's darker, more intense. 

Because the only thought in his mind right now is that he wants to own you. You're his to use as he pleases. 

His. 

“How do you like it?” He asks, rolling his hips. “Nice and slow or do you want me to fuck your brains out?” 

You bite your lip, not wanting to rush your answer. How do you like it? 

“Use me.” You tell him. “For your pleasure.” 

And just like that, you show him again how perfect you are. 

You hold in a whine when he pulls out of you. Pope snaps at you, “where's your vibrator?” 

You feel a surge of heat run through you. “It's in my room.” 

“Go get it for me.” He likes how you stare back up at him, all desperate and confused. Because you were expecting him to fuck you. “The faster you get it, the quicker I'll be back inside of you.” 

“Can I borrow a shirt?” You look over the closet in the room. “Please?” 

You've never been fully naked other than in your bedroom and now here. Usually if Jack fucks you out in the open, you're still semi-dressed. 

“Only because you said please.” He gestures for you to grab whatever you need. 

You quickly throw on a shirt and then head back to your room. You're tensing up from the thrill of walking through Jack's house, dripping between your legs from how hard Pope made you cum. Your heart is beating so loud in your ears by the time you're back at the guest house with your vibrator.

Pope puts his hand out and you set it in his grasp. He examines it, imagining what it must've looked like when you were fucking yourself with it when you thought no one could hear you. It's a pretty simple design. Slightly curved, thicker head, smooth. 

“Lay back down.” Pope pats the bed next to him.

You do as he says and he climbs back on top of you. You don't hold back the sigh of relief when he buries his cock back inside of you. You can't hold in your voice when he turns on the vibrator and presses it against your clit. Your whole body shivers in response at the sudden stimulation. 

Pope isn't moving at all. He's just waiting to see how you'll react, holding the vibrator steady with one hand and pinning you down to the bed by your lower stomach with the other. 

You're gripping the sheets beneath you, trying to hold yourself still. But your body is shaking like crazy. Tears are building in the corner of your eyes. The intensity of the vibration on your clit, the pressure of his hand pressing down over his cock inside of you, the way he's stretching you out, buried deep, everything altogether is too much. 

The moment you cum, it's impossible to stop. Pope stares at you with that intense gaze of his as you cum over and over again, your body writhing beneath him like you've been possessed. And he hasn't even fucked you yet. 

“I need a—” You need a break, your clit is so overstimulated. “I need—”

Pope turns the vibration up and you explode. You're cumming so hard that your vision goes blurry. 

That's when he starts pounding into you. You're screaming his name, shoving at him, trying to get him off of you. Because if he keeps fucking you like this, you're going to go crazy. You won't be able to resist wanting this again. 

“Andrew, you have to stop, I'm going to—” You pinch your eyes shut, tears dripping down your face as the next orgasm is drilled into you with how hard he's thrusting. 

“I'll stop if you tell me “we can't do this, Andrew. He's your brother. I can't betray your brother.”” Pope's twisted desires flood out when he feels how tight your pussy gets when he tells you that. “Say it.”

“Oh god.” You're clawing at his chest, squirting on his cock when you scream, “please, Andrew! We can't do this. He's your brother. I can't—”

Pope slams into you harder, your toes curling in response to him driving so deep into you, “you can't what? You can't believe you're cumming this hard on my cock instead of his?” 

“Yes.” You drag your nails down his chest the moment he turns the vibration to the highest setting. You're an absolute mess after that. You try to get him to stop but he keeps ramming his cock into you over and over again, kneading your stomach, forcing you to be all too aware of how deep he is inside of you.

Pope wants to make sure you never forget how he can make you feel. That you memorize the shape of his cock pounding into you. That you remember every time you use your vibrator how he used it on you.

He wants to make sure the name that crosses your mind you cum is his, not Jack's. 

“Beg for it.” He's getting close but wants to hear you want him. “Like you're my whore, not his.” 

“Please cum inside of me, Andrew.” You're going to unravel completely when he does. You know it. “I need you to. I can't cum unless you do. I don't deserve to cum unless you do.” 

Your pussy squeezes him to death. You're holding it in. You won't cum unless he does. 

You really are perfect. 

Pope hasn't cum that hard in ages. He's surprised at how much spills out of him. You are too, because the more he releases inside of you, the harder you cum. It doesn't help that he's still abusing your clit with the vibrator. You're never going to cum from normal sex again. He's ruined you…

He pulls out of you, but then slides the vibrator down. You gasp when he thrusts it inside of you. You're not prepared to feel the intense vibration in your thoroughly fucked pussy. You can't breathe when you feel the vibration push up against your womb where he just came. It makes you all too aware of how warm it is, trapped inside of you by your toy. 

“Andrew, take it out.” You push at his arm as your orgasm builds too quickly and you're scared of what might happen if you let yourself cum from this. “Please, take it out!”

“No.” He shakes his head at you and starts fucking you with the vibrator instead. “You told me to use you for my pleasure. That's what I'm doing.” 

Because Pope will feel incredible the moment you completely give in. The moment you shed that shame and embarrassment and just show him the most depraved side of yourself. 

He's showing you his right now. The sadistic need of his to torture you. 

And you're showing him how much you love being just a plaything. How it satisfies something unspeakable inside of you. 

“Hold this for me.” Pope moves your hand to the vibrator. “I need to get my phone.” 

Jack had given him a phone and he hasn't used it yet. He needs to right now. Because he wants to be able to watch back this moment whenever he wants. 

You keep the vibrator inside of you. You should pull it out. You should…but Pope told you to hold it. And you're a good listener. 

He hits the record button, taking a video of you writhing against his bed with the vibrator held inside your pussy. He takes it from you then, keeping his camera hand steady as he drives the vibrator into you over and over again until you're squirting all over the bed with every thrust. You're screaming his name now and he has it all on video. 

You can't think straight anymore. Your body has a mind of its own, obsessed with the pleasure of it all that you don't have a care in the world anymore.

You're just his to use. That's all. 

Pope pulls the vibrator out of you, turning it off and tossing it aside, then sinks his now hard cock back inside of you. He smiles when he sees how you've stopped resisting. “Look at you, grinding your hips on me like a whore.” 

You can't help yourself. You don't want to stop cumming, especially now that his cock is back inside of you. 

You grab his hand, wrapping it around your neck. “Punish me for being such a whore.” 

Pope grips harder, moving his phone closer so he can record how tight his grip is around your throat. Then, he shows the camera the face you're making in response. Pure bliss. 

You have your hands around his wrist, holding him to you, not wanting him to pull away as he pounds into you exactly the way you like it. Without any air coming in or out, your moans are getting caught in your throat. The thrill of being completely at his control makes every orgasm he drags out of you a million times more intense. 

And it only picks up when he demands, “tell me that you don't want to betray Jack.” 

He loosens his grip on your throat and slows his thrusts, giving you ample space to breathe out, “please, Andrew. We shouldn't be doing this. I-I don't want to betray Jack.” 

You feel Pope's cock twitching like crazy inside of you. He's more aroused than he has ever been. He feels like he could burst at any moment. 

He nearly does when you say, “please get off of me. You're scaring me, Andrew.”

Pope growls back, choking you again all of a sudden, “good. Be scared of how hard you're going to cum on my cock. Don't forget to scream my name when you do.” 

The moment he's fucking you again, you're clutching the sheets, your back arched, your orgasm causing your body to spasm uncontrollably. His name leaves your lips in strangled gasps. He can feel every attempt you make to scream it on his palm clasped around your throat. It drives him wild. 

“Give me your hand.” He demands for you to let go of the sheets and hands you back the vibrator. “You know what to do, my little whore.” 

You turn it on and press it against your clit as he pounds into you until you feel his hot release spill deep inside. Then, when he pulls out of you, you slide the vibrator down, slipping it inside of you, trapping his cum right where he wants it. 

You're not ready for him to hover over you, throwing his phone away so he can press both of his hands over your throat, strangling you. His lower body holds the vibrator steady inside of you as he squeezes. 

You start clawing at his arms, digging your nails in hard, scraping down his flesh. He revels in the pain, in knowing you're the one doing it to him. 

“I want you to cum so hard that you'll never forget this night for the rest of your life.” Pope demands to be one of the memories you touch yourself to. 

You do exactly as he wishes. Your eyes roll back, your toes curl, your stomach twists and you cum so hard the vibrator pops out of you from the sheer force of it, landing in the space between you and Pope. He frees you from his grip and you swallow in air, shivering all over. Then, you're clinging onto him, the shockwaves still surging through you from how intense that was. He turns off the vibrator and sets it aside, so he can memorize the sound of your heavy breaths. 

Pope cradles you, laying you down against his chest, and you crumble in his hold, feeling incredibly vulnerable. He gently rubs your back, soothing you slowly. He waits until your breathing has returned to normal and your heart isn't beating out of your chest to lift your chin up to look at him. 

He brushes his thumb across your lower lip, admiring how beautiful you look all dazed like this. Then he leans in, kissing you. You melt into his kiss completely. 

“Good job.” He praises you, giving your forehead a light peck. “You did really well for me. That was incredible.” 

It gives you a different kind of pleasure to hear that. You never thought knowing you did a good job in bed would make the butterflies in your stomach dance so happily. 

“Was that okay?” He moves your head side to side, checking your neck. “I hope I didn't hurt you.” 

“I'm good.” You feel bad for being surprised that Pope is caring. You shouldn't judge a book by its cover. “Thank you for checking up on me, Andrew.”

“I know I have…strange tastes.” He wasn't expecting you to fulfill his fantasies so readily. 

Pope will never let you go now. Jack will have to kill him to keep him from you. 

“Then I guess I have strange tastes too.” You say back shyly, admitting out loud that you thoroughly enjoyed all of that. 

“I can delete the video, if you want me to.” He would prefer not to. He'll keep it in an encrypted folder on his phone, so no one has access to it but him. 

“You don't have to. Just don't show anyone…” You shouldn't say this next part but…you do anyways, “except Jack.”

Pope doesn't hide his devilish smirk. “You want him to see it?” 

“Is that…bad?” You don't know where the boldness comes from.

Maybe it's because you want Jack to feel a bit threatened. You promised to never leave him alone, but you never promised you'd make staying easy for him. 

“You're asking me to test my brother.” Pope draws a line down your side, the casual touching so intimate as he tells you, “you realize I want you for myself, right?” 

“I guess you'll have to fight him for me.” You present a challenge because you suddenly have a surge of confidence. 

You know exactly where you stand with both of them. 

And you want them to push it to the limit. 

Jack has never been this angry before. Not even after the incident that made him lose half his leg. He is genuinely more pissed right now than he has ever been.

Because he comes home from a long shift and when his eyes glance out to the guest house, he sees your silhouette behind that sheer curtain getting railed by Pope. 

You're pressed up against the window with only the fabric of the curtain covering you up, as Pope fucks you from behind. You and Pope went straight to sleep once you were all washed up again after the night you two had and then the moment you woke up, he was between your legs. You haven't had a second to breathe since your eyes opened. And now your body is pushed up against cold glass and you can see Jack through the curtain staring right at you. 

“Let him watch.” Pope says all low in your ear. “He'll fuck you better later if he sees us.” 

He doesn't pretend not to notice how tight you get when he says that. You cum way too easily at the thrill of what Jack might do to you once you see him after this. 

Jack storms off to his bedroom, the rage boiling inside of him. He got a text from Pope he has yet to open. Because it had an encrypted link to a video. And from what Pope texted him, it wasn't a video he could view at work. 

Pope: I promise I didn't rape her. She told me to send this to you. Enjoy, brother. 

Against his best judgment, Jack opens the video. He told himself he should just delete it without watching it. But when he sees the preview picture on his screen, he clicks the video too quickly. 

Then, he tosses his phone aside and storms out to the guest house. The door isn't locked so he swings it open. Pope has you pressed down against the bed, still fucking you from behind. Neither of you are facing the door, but both of you definitely heard Jack come in. 

“Get off of her right now, Pope.” Jack practically prowls up to you two, glaring. “Move.” 

Pope doesn't listen because you're squeezing his cock so hard now that you know Jack's watching. So, he does the exact opposite. He pounds into you faster, until you're screaming his name and the freshly washed sheets are now stained once again. Then, Pope pulls out of you and cums all over your back, marking you. You shiver all over when you feel the warmth hit your back. 

“She's all yours.” Pope steps aside, sitting down on the bed. “I even left her pussy clear for you. Aren't I a good brother?” 

“I should fucking kill you.” Jack can't contain the anger. 

“You've got a gun. Go ahead.” Pope invites him to. “But I think our roommate would miss me if you shot me. Isn't that right?”

Pope reaches over, smacking your ass. You bite back a moan in response, which is enough of an answer. 

Jack flips you over onto your back so you can see the death glare on his face as he spits out, “is this what you want?” 

“No.” You sit up and then reach forward, immediately unbuckling his belt. “This is what I want.”

You're through pretending you aren't obsessed with him. You want him to know exactly how much you want him. 

Jack is so stunned that he doesn't stop you from pulling his hard cock out of his pants. You lean forward, taking him into your mouth with ease, despite how big he is. You swallow him whole, your lips humming at the base of his cock. You've missed his taste. 

You feel him throb in your mouth when Pope asks Jack, “so were you hard from watching me fuck her or did you open that video I sent you?” 

“Shut the fuck up and get me that vibrator.” Jack snaps at Pope and then grabs the back of your head, forcing more of himself down your throat. Your eyes are watering now as he fucks your face. “Get on your fucking knees and take it.” 

You kneel on the bed without hesitation and Pope knows exactly what Jack wants from him. He grabs the vibrator, turning it on before thrusting it into your pussy. You moan around Jack's cock, allowing him to stuff even more of himself down your throat. You gag but your tongue keeps swirling around him and your mouth keeps sucking. 

“Your mouth is like a pussy.” He degrades you exactly how you like it, sending such a thrill through you. “What a fucking whore. Spreading your legs for my brother of all people.” 

That's enough for you to cum hard enough to squirt and launch the vibrator out of your pussy. His cock muffles your scream from the sudden loss and the wet feeling dripping down your thighs. Pope chuckles at your humiliation. 

“You've got to keep it in you.” He pushes the vibrator back inside, making your toes curl when he increases the vibration and starts thrusting it at the same rhythm as Jack is fucking your mouth. 

Jack can't last much longer. He hasn't fucked you in a week. He needs to cum. 

But not without establishing your punishment first. “I'm going to cum in your mouth and you are going to keep it there. No swallowing. No spitting. Got it?” 

You nod, and the moment he coats the back of your throat with his release, you squirt all over Pope's hand while he fucks you with the vibrator through your orgasm. You don't swallow as Jack pulls himself out of your mouth and tucks his cock back into his pants. He grabs you by the chin, lifting you up to look at him. 

“Show me.” Jack demands. 

You open your mouth, letting him see that it's filled with his cum. He spits in your mouth then closes it for you. Your body convulses in response and you nearly cum from that action alone. 

“Turn it off.” Jack tells Pope, who listens, turning off the vibrator. “But keep it there.” 

Pope is enjoying this a lot. He likes seeing the look on Jack's face. Because that's the look on his face when he's in that exact mood. 

Jack turns his attention back to you. “Listen to me carefully. We're going to watch you cum hard enough to push that vibrator out. Only then do you get to swallow. Got it?” 

You nod, the taste of Jack in your mouth numbing your mind. You lay back, letting both men watch you as you turn back on the vibrator and start fucking yourself with it. You're grinding your hips to the rhythm, already getting close from how heated their gazes are. 

Because their eyes are on you, you give them a show, grabbing a hold of your breast and pinching your nipple between your fingers. You moan with a full mouth, wishing it wasn't full of cum but with a cock instead. 

“God, she's perfect.” Pope says, staring at you, his cock already getting hard again. “You really let me fuck her?” 

“You're lucky I'm letting you.” Jack knows it's either this or you having to pick between one of them. And Jack won't take the risk that you'll pick Pope, so sharing you is the best case scenario. 

“Don't let anyone else, okay?” 

“Fuck no.” Jack will not give you to anyone else. “She's ours and that's it.” 

When you hear that, your whole body tenses then explodes.

The vibrator launches out of you as you soak the bed again with how hard you squirt and you swallow right after so you can tell them, “please fuck me. I want to be all yours, both of yours.” 

“Then get that pretty mouth over here.” Pope sits up against the headboard, his cock ready for your mouth to sink down on. “I've already enjoyed her pussy today. You should have a taste, Jack.” 

Jack watches you crawl over to Pope on the bed. You lean down, dragging your tongue up along the base of his shaft. He grabs a hold of you by your hair as you close your lips around the tip of his cock, groaning when you start to suck. 

The temperature in the room rises to the point where Jack needs to strip off his clothes before climbing onto the bed. He grips your hips and then buries his face into your pussy, dipping his tongue right in. You moan on Pope's cock and he pushes more of himself down your throat in response. 

“Pay attention to the cock you're sucking or I'll start fucking your face.” Pope's meaner tone heats your skin up and you focus more on making him feel good. “Good girl.” 

Jack doesn't make it easy for you, though. He's tormenting your clit with the way he slides into you then pulls out to drag the tip of his tongue along your clit before slipping back in. It's so inconsistent that your legs are shaking from the denial. 

“You aren't allowed to cum.” Jack smacks your ass when he says that and you gag on Pope's cock, making him laugh darkly at you. “Not until he shoots his load down your throat. Hold it until then.” 

That proves to be a challenge because Jack thrusts three fingers into you and starts moving them in that side to side motion that has you tearing up. You want to cum so bad but Pope is nowhere close to his release. 

Not until you move your mouth off his cock and look him in the eyes as you say, “don't let me cum from Jack's fingers. Make me cum from your cock fucking my mouth, Andrew.” 

It's like a switch flipped in Pope. He slams you back down onto his cock, burying himself deep down your throat before he starts rolling his hips, fucking you just like you asked. You're gagging and crying but you're in heaven from how full you feel on both ends and how close you are to what you know will be one of the best orgasms of your life. 

“Keep my cum in your mouth like you did for Jack.” Pope instructs and you nod. “Fuck, your mouth is like a pussy. What a perfect whore you are.” 

You clench around Jack's fingers when you taste Pope spilling his cum down your throat. Jack pulls his fingers out of you with a pop and before you can have a moment to react, his cock rams inside of you. Your orgasm hits right then and there and you nearly drool out Pope's cum from your mouth but he grips your chin tight, stopping you from losing any. 

“It must feel good to cum while tasting our cum. Open up.” Pope taps your cheek and you open your mouth, letting him spit into your mouth like Jack had earlier. “Now we're even. Swallow for me.” 

You swallow at the same time Jack spits on your ass. You aren't prepared for that at all, the feeling completely foreign to you. He rubs along the tight ring with his thumb, the motion causing your body to tingle all over. 

“Relax.” He tells you. He keeps the strokes of his cock steady as he teases your sensitive ass. “It'll feel good. You said you wanted us both. We have to train you to take us both.” 

“Come here.” Pope gestures for you to grab a hold of his shoulders. You do just that and he pulls your face towards him. “Focus on me.” 

He leans in and kisses you in that soft way of his. It coaxes you into calming down, your mind focused on his lips on yours. Jack slips his other hand down to rub your clit as his thumb presses into your ass slowly. All the sensations you're experiencing are warring inside of you. But Pope's reassuring hold on your face and Jack's slow, methodical circles over your clit coupled with his gentle rhythm of his cock pounding into you make it easier to accept his thumb slipping completely inside your ass. You moan against Pope's lips when you feel him start to move his thumb, getting you used to the feeling of being touched there. 

“It's just another place for us to make you feel good.” He breathes out against your lips. “We'll take it slow.” 

You nod, laying your head against his shoulder, letting yourself feel everything without distraction. You muffle a scream into Pope's skin when you cum around Jack's cock and he pulls out of your pussy, cumming all over your ass right as he pulls his thumb out. He rubs his cum with his fingers along the tight ring before slipping his forefinger in. Now, it's the only sensation you're feeling. 

“Isn't it dirty?” You've never had to prep your ass before. 

“We aren't fucking your ass today.” Jack quells your worry there. “We already came twice. If I'm going to fuck your ass, you're getting my first, full load of the day buried deep inside of you.” 

“Is he always like this?” Pope asks you, chuckling under his breath. 

You shake your head. “I think you're a bad influence.”

“Or a very good one.” He pecks your lips sweetly before saying, “now, be a good girl, and learn to enjoy the feeling.” 

Jack manages to slip another finger past your tight ring and he's careful in how he moves, not wanting to overstimulate you and make this more painful than it has to be. You take deep breaths, allowing it to happen, wanting to feel good from this. Imagining it's his cock not his fingers. Though, his cock would split your ass open, so you do appreciate that they're going to slowly prepare you for this instead of rushing in. 

When three fingers fit without too much difficulty, Jack knows it's time for the next part. He grabs your vibrator and you brace yourself, tightening around his fingers when he slips the vibrator back inside your pussy, gathering up as much of your slick as he can before he pulls it and his fingers out. 

“Trade with me.” Jack tells Pope. “I need to wash my hands. I don't want to risk any infections.”

“Ah, the doctor is in.” Pope smirks and gives you another kiss before he slips away and subs in for Jack, taking the vibrator from him. “I'm glad I get to have a bit of the fun.” 

Jack leaves to clean up as Pope turns on the vibrator for a second, teasing around the sensitive flesh before shutting it off again. You put your arms under your pillow, gripping it up towards your mouth to smother your moans. 

“Inhale.” Pope says and you listen, letting him slip the tip of the toy past that tight ring. “Exhale. Good job.” 

You feel flushed at how much you like hearing him praise you. Though, that might be also because he's pushing more of the vibrator inside of you. You've never felt this full in that area before. 

When he hilts the vibrator, Pope applauds you, “well done. I'll let you get used to it. You can lay down if that's more comfortable.” 

You lay on your side, tired of holding your body up. You take in deep breaths, trying to adjust to the feeling. Pope lays down next to you, caressing your sides, looking at you with so much care. 

“There's no rush.” He doesn't want you to think this has to happen right away. “It should feel good. Tell me if it doesn't.” 

“It's…different.” That's the best way you can put it. “But not bad.” 

“We can work with that.” Pope says, looking up as Jack returns from the bathroom. He plops down behind you, the mattress weight shifting. “Thankfully this is a king sized bed.” 

“Still a bit cramped.” Jack scoops you into his arms, spooning you from behind. It makes you reminisce about the other day, when he held you like this. 

“Are we planning to sleep together like a big, happy family?” Pope has you lay on his chest. 

“I'd like that.” You say quietly, not sure if you should've admitted it. You did like sleeping with Pope last night. Jack usually doesn't sleep with you after the two of you have sex, to keep that distance, so you're unsure how he'll react to your words.

He surprises you. “Then we'll sleep together. I don't mind but you'll have to adjust to my sleeping schedule.” 

You turn back to look at him. “Really?” 

He nods, leaning in to kiss you before saying against your lips, “I'm tired of pretending that I don't want to spend every moment of every day with you.” 

“Thankfully, I never had to pretend.” Pope turns your head back so he can kiss you. “I knew you were perfect for me the moment I saw you.” 

“It's okay if you both change your minds later.” You don't want them to feel trapped in this arrangement. “I'll enjoy this for as long as it lasts.” 

Pope and Jack share a look. And for the first time, it's like they have that twin telepathy. They both have the exact same thought. 

That they're never letting you go. 

Because this will last forever. 

As long as you want them both. 

“We should be saying that to you.” Jack tells you, holding you a bit tighter as he does. “If you ever want this to end…” 

Pope can see the panic in your face as you reply, “I don't. I mean…I would understand if you two wanted to end things but…I don't think I would ever. But maybe that's selfish of me…” 

“What's wrong with being a little selfish?” Pope looks at you with that intense stare of his. “I wouldn't be here if I was trying to be considerate. So be selfish and want what you want. Don't hold back.” 

You place your hand on Jack's and then you put your hand out for Pope to give his for you to hold. You squeeze them both and your heart melts when they squeeze back, the feeling so comforting. 

“If I get to be selfish…” You take Jack's hand, sliding it back to the handle of the vibrator. Then, you take Pope's hand, sliding it between your legs. “I want you both to make me cum.” 

“Greedy little whore.” Jack whispers in your ear, making you shiver all over. Those shivers intensify when he turns on the vibrator. You're squirming at the feeling of it. 

Pope takes that as the perfect opportunity to thrust three of his fingers inside of you, curling them right up against where the vibrations are pounding into you. You gasp, clinging onto him, your hips absentmindedly shaking already. He steals your breath away again by kissing you.

Then, you feel Jack grab your chin, pulling you away from Pope's lips so he can kiss you. He breathes out on your lips, his breath so warm and lovely, “you're so unfair. You better cling onto me next time.” 

“I will.” You reach up, trailing your fingers along his jaw before leaning up to kiss him. “I'll treat you both equally, I promise.” 

“I don't mind if you ignore Jack.” Pope pulls you back towards him, kissing you with a smirk on his face. 

Jack is definitely glaring at Pope so he gets his payback by grabbing the handle of the vibrator. He starts slow thrusts and you moan against Pope's lips, the feeling becoming more pleasurable than you thought it could be. It helps that his fingers are buried in your pussy, making you very aware of where you're feeling each sensation. 

“Oh god, I'm going to cum so hard.” You're practically shaking already, the tension coiling exponentially inside of you. “You guys are going to make me cum so—”

Pope wraps his other hand around your throat, cutting you off from saying anything else as your eyes roll back and you release all the tension in your body all at once. Pope pulls his fingers out of you, wanting you to cum just from your ass. Jack immediately pounds into you faster with the vibrator, increasing the vibration, and now you're screaming their names as you squirt uncontrollably. Pope holds your legs apart, not letting you hide it. 

“Let it all out.” He wants to see you completely unravel. 

“I heard anal orgasms make women squirt but I never thought it would be this intense.” Jack whispers right into your ear, “keep going until you can't anymore. You can do it.”  

It doesn't end. There's tears dripping down your face as you spasm with every orgasm. Jack doesn't stop pounding your ass with the vibrator, each thrust making you feel faint. You didn't even know you could cum like this. 

When you're thoroughly spent, Jack carefully pulls the vibrator out of you and gets up to go wash it, prepping a bath for you too. Pope picks you up into his arms and takes you to the bathtub, setting you down there. 

“I'm going to shower in my room.” Jack tells you both and heads to the door. But then, before he leaves, he goes, “meet me there when you're done here.” 

Jack walks back to you, not holding back his desires anymore. So, he leans down, kissing you once on the lips and then another time on the cheek. 

“Have a nice bath.” He says so sweetly before he leaves. 

You sink into the water, not believing that just happened. You must be so flushed because Pope goes, “are you really smiling because of another man in front of me?” 

Pope gestures for you to move and you shift so he can get into the tub with you, wrapping his arms around your waist. 

He nuzzles his face against the nape of your neck and then says, “I'll let it slide because he's my brother. But don't you dare smile at any other man or I'll do something that'll send me back to prison.” 

You giggle, leaning back into him. “I promise, I only have eyes for you two.” 

“And we only have eyes for you.” Pope says “we” because he knows even though it took Jack this long to admit it, he feels exactly the same way Pope does. 

“We've only known each other a week though.” You turn around, wanting to straddle his lap to look at him. “Are you sure this is okay? I feel like maybe I'm taking advantage of you…”

“No one has ever wanted me before.” He cups your cheek with his hand and you lean into his warm touch. “I wouldn't care if you took advantage of me. At least you want me.” 

You have no idea about the horrors Pope has gone through when it came to intimacy. It wouldn't be the first time he was taken advantage of. He's just happy to be chosen.

Your heart breaks a little hearing that. You meet his gaze, then rest your forehead against his, telling him softly, “I will never let you feel unwanted.” 

You kiss him then and Pope holds you closer to him, believing that someone truly does want him for the first time. So he will do the same for you, “and I'll make sure you know how much I want you everyday.” 

“I'd like that.” You give him a little squeeze before getting out of the tub. You stop him from leaving, though. “Will you give me a few minutes with Jack? I should talk to him alone too.”

“Fine.” Pope will be fair. For now. “Don't keep me waiting for too long.”

“Never.” You lean down to give him a parting kiss and he deepens it before you can pull away. You sigh against his lips, “Andrew…” 

“Can't help myself.” He nudges your nose with his before letting you go. 

You steal a shirt from Pope's closet and then scurry back to your room to change into comfortable pajamas before heading over to Jack's room. You knock on the door and he opens it.

“Where's Pope?” Jack wasn't expecting to see you alone. 

“I told him to give us a few minutes alone. We haven't really talked since…” 

“Come in.” Jack shuts the door behind you, locking it. It won't stop Pope from coming in if he really wants to but it'll stall for time so you and Jack can have this conversation.

You sit down on his bed and he joins you, the weight shifting over to him. You turn to look at him then say, “if this is ever too much for you, just know that I won't hold it against you if you want to reel it back. I'm happy, truly, just being with you in any capacity.”

“You shouldn't be happy with that.” He tells you, sighing. “Pope is right. I'm an idiot. You're a wonderful woman and I…just was so wrapped up in my own bullshit that I convinced myself I wasn't worthy of anything but the occasional fuck.” 

Jack is finally letting his insecurities peek through. He has plenty to worry about. He's not getting any younger. He has a prosthetic leg. He works too much. He's bad at communicating. 

But he wants to change so he tells you, "you will never be too much for me. I can't get enough of you.” 

His words make the butterflies in your stomach flutter around so happily. “I like you, Jack. I always have. I always would've, too. So, I'm really happy we get to finally be close. Even if it's a little scary…” 

“Are you sure you want me?” He knows he can be a handful. He doesn't want you to feel obligated to commit to him.

“I have been waiting for the day that you'd kiss me just to kiss me.” You refer to earlier in the tub. “I can't not want you after that.”

Jack grabs a hold of your face, pulling you towards him. “I've always wanted to kiss you just to kiss you. There were so many moments where I wanted to but I…”

“That's in the past.” You lean in, kissing him. He kisses you back without hesitation. Then, he pulls you onto his lap, making you straddle him like you had done with Pope.

They really are brothers. 

“I'm going to spoil you from now on.” Jack makes this vow. “And Pope will hold me to it.”

“Is it…okay that I like Pope too?” You know it's asking a lot of Jack to share. It is a complicated situation. 

“I think it's good.” He answers honestly. “He fills in the gaps I physically can't. It is like having another version of myself take care of you.” 

“You both took very good care of me earlier.” You giggle, going in for a big hug. “I liked how demanding you were.” 

“Did you really tell Pope to send me that video?” Jack just has to ask. 

“Did you not enjoy it?” You smile mischievously. 

“I'd enjoy it more if I got to do that too.” He wants his own video of you screaming his name like that while you cum over and over again. 

“I can make that happen.” You wouldn't mind it. You haven't watched the video yet but you're sure it would send you into a frenzy in the good kind of way. “Maybe we can have Pope film us.” 

“Or we could just get a camera set up.” 

“Do you like watching me get fucked?” You can feel him getting hard underneath you. “I'll take that as a yes.” 

“You're killing me. I was exhausted from work and yet somehow, I still want to fuck you again.” Jack has no idea where the stamina came from. Must've been adrenaline.

“Maybe after a nap.” You pat the bed. “I wouldn't mind one. Pope kept me up all night.” 

“I do not need to know that.” He glares at you and you love that look on his face. 

“You get comfy. I'll go get Pope.” You hop off the bed and go to the door. You open it and say, “speak of the devil.”

“I was wondering when you two would finish talking.” He says with a yawn. “I'm ready to sleep.” 

You notice he brought two pillows with him to add to Jack's bed, so now there's three sets on it. You plop down in the middle and Jack immediately pulls you in to spoon you and Pope has you rest against his chest. 

You don't usually sleep during the day but…maybe this is something worth getting used to. 

You really like being sandwiched between them like this. 

You hope it'll never end. 

A/N: I hope you enjoyed what my brain cooked up! ♡

You're tired of eating 3D printed slop but it's all you can afford right now. At least you had enough parts that you could add the needed nutrients to your rations. Sometimes, you only have enough to get the minimum daily calories you need. Even then, you know they skimp out. They never give you enough. 

You keep having to add more notches to your belt to keep your pants from falling off. You like these pants. They're durable and have withstood the test of time, aka the constant washing you have to do after every single dig through the filth and grime of the technological wasteland. 

You're lucky the bunker you've made home has a decent water recycling mechanism. You've had to repair it multiple times and suffered through weeks of icky feeling water but it filters enough for you to wash your tools and clothes.

You have a different filtration system for rain water. Thankfully, the government is still creating rain. It's the most efficient way to get the masses a reliable source of water, though everyone has to figure out how to clean it themselves. 

It rains twice a week for about an hour. It's enough for you, since you're by yourself, but you know other people have a harder time. You donate a lot of your extra water whenever you can, which has helped you build a decent reputation in the local scavenger community. 

Means you get help when bandits come and try to disrupt the small pockets of people living out here in the dumps. 

Your bunker is underground and well hidden so usually you just lay low until someone gives you a signal that the coast is clear. You're thankful for those signals because you'd otherwise have to risk getting caught by violent people who pillage and rape those that don't defend themselves. 

You aren't defenseless. You have plenty of weapons. You know how to hold your own. But you're just one person.

A group of four or more could easily overwhelm you. You have to pick your battles. Or make your sacrifices, like giving up water for a few days if it means someone will look out for you because you helped them. 

There is an honor code amongst you and your fellow scavengers. 

Like, help finding certain parts. 

“Heard you've been looking for a better filter for your water supply.” A fellow scavenger by the name of Trinity Santos says to you when you see her outside the rations station at the edge of the city. “A couple of us found a whole lot of them off a few clicks away from that nasty oil spill. Couldn't stay long enough to take a good look at them since I don't have the masks to spare to breathe that shit air but they're all yours if you can make it there and back in one piece. Would trade ya if you find any extras in decent condition.” 

Trinity lives with a group of scavengers, all women. Usually they only help other women, since it's tough enough as it is out here, but she recently let in some guy she calls Huckleberry into the group. She has been wanting you to join them for a while now but you work better on your own. 

You don't do well with the kind of structure her camp has. But you do give them water pretty often, which is why they let you know of any finds you've been searching for and leave it for you to scavenge.

You thank her and gather your supplies so you can head there the next day. You'd love to fix up your filtration system before the next rain. 

Though, it seems like you'll be working on something else for a bit. 

Because hidden under all those filters…is an android. 

You haven't seen one of those in forever. The military had scrapped most of them for parts before you were born. The only ones left out in the wasteland are usually the ones they dumped long before they decommissioned the android program post-war. 

Meaning this bot had some issue that caused it to be thrown away. 

It's not in bad shape, though, compared to the mangled bits of androids you've seen prior. 

Most people wouldn't even realize it was a bot but you've seen so many things out here in your many years of scavenging that you spotted the signs right away. The parts are all still in the same area, so you're able to gather everything for it except half a leg. 

That's the only part you're missing. 

It looks like it was blown off, though, so you'll definitely never find it because it was probably dumped here without it.

But you got everything else, including the head. You dust off the back of the android's head, seeing the faded text. There's a slot of some kind with the word “Jack” above it, likely a place to insert a connection to install and update firmware.

And right below it is the word “Abbot”. 

You wipe the metal clean so you can see what it stands for. “Autonomous biomedical bot. Jack Abbot. That's quite a name you got there, Jack.” 

You've never heard of this model android before. You'll have to go to the city library to see if there's any schematics available if you want to put this bot back together. 

Though, should you? 

If you clean him up, a lot of these military-grade, pre-war parts would go for plenty of rations… 

But you can't help but feel kind of bad for the guy, having been disassembled in this pile of junk for so long. Not that you should feel anything over a hunk of metal and machinery but you've always liked the idea of androids. 

You never got to work with any of them but you heard stories of how they made life easier until greedy companies started cutting corners and more malfunctions began leading to human casualties. All the world leaders agreed to completely dismantle every android after enough deaths had occurred and now it's illegal to harbor one. 

Though, is the government really going to waste resources to arrest a scavenger who rebuilds an android? You'd just be another mouth they'd have to feed for free in their work prisons. Not worth the effort. 

Which is why you decide it would be a fun pastime to fix up Jack Abbot. 

Jack has no idea why you'd want to. 

He has been sitting in that pile of waste for decades now. For longer than you've been alive, that's for sure. 

There's nothing he wants more than to be taken apart and to be finally freed from the prison that is sentience. He has been aware this whole time. Most androids are, even when they are dismantled. 

Unlike humans with their brains, an android's “mind” is in every piece of it. 

Despite being disconnected from his limbs for so long, he still perceived them. So when you, this little human, puts him back together, he feels…strange being almost whole again. 

He knows you don't know he's active and awake. You simply think you're piecing him back together. You have no idea he's aware of everything you do and say to him. 

Like the pieces of yourself you probably have never confided in anyone. 

“Sometimes, I wonder what it would've been like if I had grown up in the city.” You tell him as you fit him for a prosthetic leg. 

You found some parts that would work well to supplement leg function but it would still be a missing limb to him. An augment to his body that doesn't belong but will make due. 

“Like when I went to the library to get these blueprints.” You show him the blueprints you found of an older model of his type of android. The one that isn't hardwired for combat, just medical use. 

So, you assume he's just a med bot. Not a deadly killing machine the government created for the battlefield that happens to also be able to repair humans on the go. 

You have no clue what you're putting back together. 

Because if you did, you wouldn't speak to him so delicately. “I think I would've gotten a job making androids like you, Jack.”

Jack. What an odd name you've picked for him. But he likes it. He likes that you talk to him like he's a man and not a machine. 

He doesn't know why he likes it. He just knows it brings him a feeling he's keen on feeling more of. 

An odd kind of delight. 

That delight fades whenever you tell him of your struggles. Of how you were part of a group of scavenger kids forced by a band of bandits to burrow into small holes in large patches of junk to dig for valuable things. How you escaped from that group during one of those digs and have been living on your own since, fending for yourself. 

You tell him how lonely you are. How you yearn for someone to take care of you. How you're so tired all the time. How you wish you didn't have to live like this. 

It's moments like these where Jack debates letting you know that he can move and help you. He can easily do those chores you shouldn't break your back over. He can help you wash your tools and your clothes. He can do anything you want him to. 

He's yours, after all, to do with as you please. 

But you do not ask him for anything.

You do, always, for some reason, thank him for listening. “I don't usually talk much but there's something about you that makes talking easier. So thank you, Jack.” 

Fixing him has been a good way to kill time. To help ignore how hungry and thirsty you are. Whenever you're feeling weak, you tinker with Jack a bit and you always feel better after. 

It seems silly to be comforted by the presence of a machine but…you've worked very hard to clean him up. He's almost polished enough to adhere a skin to. 

Jack doesn't like that you talk about rationing your food to buy him a skin. He doesn't need one. The skin he had on before, back when he was on the front lines of the war, was an unnecessary aesthetic choice by the military to push their agenda. 

Androids don't need that extra layer of weight. He can operate just fine without it. He has been testing his abilities when you're out on your digs. 

Jack can walk now. It took a bit of adjusting to get used to his prosthetic leg but you did a phenomenal job getting it as close to his other leg as possible, weight and height-wise. 

You're considerate in that sense. You had actually thought about how it would feel to carry an imbalance of weight so you made sure that his prosthetic didn't hold him down. 

Not many humans think about an android's comfort. 

Sure, he could deal with a wonky, heavy, horribly placed limb. But you made sure he didn't have to. 

You care about him.

Why, though? 

He doesn't know. 

He doesn't really understand what you seek to use him for. 

You must have something in mind, right?

Maybe it's to help you take care of those urges you get. The ones that lead you to burrow under your covers and let out sweet little moans that Jack hears quite well, given his now squeaky clean audio processors. 

He could help you with that. He could dip his fingers inside of you and play with your pussy so you don't have to tire yourself out for the sake of self pleasure. 

But his fingers are metal. Cold. Probably unpleasant. 

Maybe he would like a skin. For your comfort. 

Jack would want more than just an average skin, then, if he was remaking himself for your pleasure. He would want a skin that could retain heat, so on those days where you're shivering in your sleep, he could hold you and warm you up. 

There are parts he'll need as well. A tongue, one that's flexible and soft to the touch, and a set of teeth to nibble on your skin with. A pair of lips to kiss you with. A cock, because he's certain you'd enjoy being filled from the way you desperately touch yourself with your fingers. 

Jack will have to find the schematics for a sex bot and see how the mechanisms for ejaculation works. 

It's easy to do so, since you're connected to the web. You rarely go on your computer, since you haven't figured out how to power it for more than a few minutes at a time. Something Jack fixed a while back, though you've yet to notice. 

He plugs himself into your device and off he goes, looking at anything and everything that he needs to. 

He notices you've been in contact with several dealers selling skins. They are all ridiculously priced. You seem uninterested in most of them, rejecting a lot of the offers for these younger, more toned human male skins. 

You, much like Jack, are searching for practicality but there's so many listings and a lot of them are obviously scams. It would take you forever to dig through all of these on your own, especially when you can only use your computer for a few minutes at a time. 

So, Jack will do the searching for you while you're out. He's good at combing for information. It's part of the spyware programming he has. 

That's how he spots a fairly priced custom android skin of an older man, ripped specifically from a sex bot so it has all the other parts Jack has been on the hunt for. He makes sure that the next time you browse the web, you see that listing right away.

And without hesitation, you make an offer and it's accepted. 

You disappear for several days, presumably to go pick up his skin. Jack decides once you've put it on him, he'll “activate” then so he can start being of more assistance. 

But things never go as planned.

Because you rush back into your bunker, out of breath, in a panic. You scramble to drop all the stuff you were carrying, which includes the skin you bought, and go to your weapons chest. 

“Fuck.” You curse to yourself as you load your shotgun. “There's at least six of them.”

And now the bandits know where you're hiding. 

If you don't kill them all, they'll keep coming back and eventually, they'll hurt you. Or worse. 

You blink back the tears that want to blur your vision from the fear and just prepare yourself to blow up whoever comes through the door. 

But then, you watch as Jack gets up off the table. 

You blink, then blink again. 

And again. 

And again. 

Because what are you witnessing right now? 

Your android…is awake? 

But that's not possible. He's been limp this whole time. You haven't turned him on yet. 

How could he be functional? 

That's because he's never been off. 

He has always been on. 

And now he needs to get to work. 

Because someone is trying to hurt his little human and he cannot have that. 

You watch as he heads out of the bunker and you call out to him, “wait, Jack!”

He shuts the door behind him before you can protest. 

You quickly head for the door, shotgun in hand. Then, that's when you hear it. 

Screaming. So much screaming. 

You open the door and…

It's a massacre. 

There's blood everywhere. 

Body parts flung all around. Guts ripped out. 

The cries of one of the bandits begging for mercy, “please, don't kill me, I won't hurt her, I won't—”

Crack. There goes his skull, crushed into the ground by Jack's heavy metal foot, his brain splattering all over the dirt. 

That was the last one.

It was easier than Jack expected it would be, given that he's been out of commission for so long. 

But he's still got it. 

Now, he should get this all cleaned up before you—

Jack turns to see that you're standing there, at the latch of your hidden entrance. Just staring at him. 

He scans you, to see what emotion you might be displaying.

But his scan comes back inconclusive. 

Usually, fear is an easily recognizable emotion for him. Like when he saw it in that bandit he just crushed. 

But whatever feeling you have right now, it isn't fear. At least, not fully. 

That's why you don't flinch when Jack walks towards you. 

Nor do you flinch when he gets down on one knee and says, “how else may I serve you, Master?” 

You shake your head at him. “I am not your master. I don't want to be.”

That…doesn't feel good to hear. Jack doesn't know what he's feeling exactly but he knows it isn't that delight he's been craving. 

Though, the discomfort fades when you tell him, “no one owns you, Jack. You can do as you like. If you want to stay with me, though, we should probably get you cleaned up.” 

You give him the option to leave you. You don't expect him to stay, now that he's free to go. He's all fixed up. He doesn't need you anymore. 

Your project is over…

Jack scans your emotions again and this time, it registers as sadness. 

So, he comes up closer to you and asks, “why are you sad, little human?” 

He can see that you're sad? You're unsure how to feel about that. You don't want him to know that you're sad over the prospect of him leaving you all alone… 

“Oh, it's nothing.” You wave him off, suppressing your feelings. “Ignore me. Come on, let's get you washed up so you can try on your new skin. If you want to, of course.” 

Jack is confused. You are a puzzling human. You want him to have a choice? 

Well, he chooses you. He will always choose you. 

You take your time washing away the blood off his body once the two of you finish the clean up. You definitely can't let anyone find those bodies. Thankfully Jack helped you hide them in worthless piles of junk.

It's a bit different touching him now, since you know he's aware of your movements. 

If he was human, surely you'd feel a bit more embarrassed needing to wash him so thoroughly. But the skin won't adhere to dirty metal. And it's better to get the skin on and give it time to adjust without any underlying issues. 

So, you bathe and dry him well. 

“I could've done that myself.” Jack definitely could've but you shake your head. 

“I wanted to.” You'll leave the skin part up to him, though. “Here's the skin I bought for you. If you don't like it, we can look for another one.” 

Jack doesn't care what skin he has, as long as it works the way he wants it to. And this one will. 

It will work perfectly for what he wants. 

You give him the privacy to put it on. You don't really know why you do, since he's technically naked right now just as a hunk of metal. Probably because with the skin on, he will look like a naked human, a sight you've never seen before willingly. 

You left him some clothes that would fit him. Not that he needs to wear clothes at all. But for your sake, Jack will. 

Since he can see how flustered you've grown at the sight of him in his skin. It's an older man, likely from a personalized fetish bot for someone during the dawn of android customization. There's no reason for his cock to have the option to be that big when it's hard otherwise. It would be impractical to have for everyday tasks, unless sex was the everyday task. 

Will you use him everyday? You seem interested in him, your eyes trailing up and down the length of his new skin. 

“Wow.” You don't hold in your astonishment. “It fits really well.” 

Jack agrees. It does fit exceptionally well. Everything works properly too. His skin is warm to the touch. His fingers are calloused but in a manicured kind of way. He has a tongue and a nice row of teeth. His cock can harden and soften at his command and also pump out a release similar to cum. He can't get you pregnant but he can simulate the experience of it. 

“Do you like it?” You step closer to him, examining the skin. “Can I touch you?” 

“Of course, Master.” He throws that in, just to bait a response from you. 

“Don't call me that.” You don't like it. It makes you feel icky. 

“Then what should I call you?” 

“Just my name is fine.” You tell him then also add, “or little human. That's fine too.” 

“You are my little human.” He catches the way your cheeks flush warmer when he says that. You like being called that. 

You like how much bigger his form is than your own. 

You touch his bicep, right beneath the hem of his short sleeve shirt. You've never touched anyone before, at least not like this. But you assume this is what it must feel like to touch someone. 

“Can you control the temperature?” You're curious about that. 

He nods. “Would you like to see?” 

“Sure—” You're immediately yanked towards him and he drops you onto his lap, sitting down on your bed. 

It's just a mattress on some wooden planks but it'll do for now. Until Jack has the time to make you a better bed. 

“What are you—” Your words get caught in your throat when his hand comes up to cup your face. 

It's cold. “I'm showing you the temperature control. This way, you can see how it works throughout my whole body.” 

Jack pulls you in closer to him and suddenly, he's radiating heat. You nearly lean into him more because he feels so cozy. But you resist because…well, you don't really know why.

Maybe because you're afraid of liking it a little too much. 

Jack can hear how fast your heart is beating in your chest. His little human is nervous. He likes that you are. Again, he has no idea why. 

But it brings him a similar kind of pleasure to the one he got from killing all those bandits for you. 

The masters he had before you never cared for how he felt. Though, they assumed he was a mindless machine, despite having programmed him to be personable and human-like for undercover operations. They only cared that he followed their orders.

You would rather he do nothing for you.

Jack offers to help you but you tell him to just get used to being awake again. As if he hasn't gotten used to it already over the many months he has spent in your care. 

It frustrates him that you seem so adamant on not using him for all his functionality. 

Why did you rebuild him if you weren't looking to use him? 

He can help you on your digs. He can do them for you. He can stand in the harsh heat of the sun and melt away if you asked him to. 

But you do not ask him for anything. 

Which is why Jack just starts doing whatever he wants. 

You wake up and you see him tinkering with your filtration system. The water coming out of your shower is running beautifully clear and warm. You can see the steam radiating off of it, fogging up the glass. 

You haven't taken a hot shower…ever. 

“How did you do that?” You walk over to Jack who has a pile of rusty parts in front of him. All trash. 

“I went digging.” He has the ability to scan for resources so he could find exactly what he needed. He's also super strong and fast, so he can clear a pile of junk that would take you a day in the matter of seconds. 

“Oh, you shouldn't do that. I wouldn't want your skin getting cut up.” 

“I can self repair just fine.” He doesn't like that you're worrying over something so trivial. 

“Really?” You didn't see that feature in the schematic you got from the library. 

To show you, Jack grabs one of the sharp edges of a part and nicks his finger. The skin heals right back up. 

“How do you do that?” You can't believe the kind of technology he must have programmed in him to have the ability to self heal. 

“I was created to withstand gunfire.” His programming makes it so that any skin he puts on protects the machine beneath it. 

“You're a war machine?” That makes sense. He was dumped, after all, probably long ago by the military during the war effort. 

He nods then asks, “does that scare you?” 

Fear is not the emotion he gets back from you. You look at him with…a heat in your eyes. Curiosity mixed with something that you immediately hide from him. 

“No. I just can't imagine what you've been through. That war was brutal, from what I've heard.” It's the reason so much of the world is just a dry wasteland…

A dry wasteland that gets horrendously cold in the winter. 

It took some persistence on Jack's end but you have been allowing him to help you prepare for it. He fixes up your heating system, rewires your electricity to properly store power for outages, gets you enough valuable parts that you can stock up well on rations. 

The snow will fall soon. You and Jack go out on digs together now, since he says it would be better for you to have a reliable heat source so you don't get hypothermia. 

Though, for him, it's just an excuse to stick closer to you so he can hear your rapid heartbeat at his proximity.

You like his closeness. But you hide your attraction to him. Your desire. 

He can smell it on you. How nervous you get when he touches you. How slick you grow when he presses his body close to yours.

You don't let him linger near you too long but when Jack slides behind you to help you grab a part off a pile of junk, pressing his hard body against your small frame, he can tell you want him. 

Why won't you initiate anything, though? 

You must want to cum, don't you?

You haven't touched yourself since Jack made his awareness known. He's been tracking your cycle and you always get rather pent up when you're ovulating. And yet, you pretend like there isn't a need that makes you ache between your legs. 

A need that has you feeling faint when you're both back from the dig and Jack's hands are massaging your shoulders while you’re seated on his lap. 

If he offers, you let him knead the knots in your tired muscles. He's very good at it. Better than he should be at finding exactly where to press into your skin that has you biting back pleasurable sighs. 

“That's enough, Jack.” You stop him before you get a little too carried away. “Thank you.” 

It's never enough but you don't allow him to go any further. 

Doesn't mean he won't push you about it. “You're still tense.” 

“Nothing a little sleep won't fix.” You both had just finished the last dig for a while so you'll get plenty of rest. 

“You were cold last night. You should let me keep you warm.” Jack heard you shivering in your sleep. He doesn't need to sleep so he just works while you sleep, since you've been letting him tinker with your bunker to make it better for the winter. 

“You don't have to worry about me, Jack.” You turn towards him to pat him lightly on the shoulder. “I've survived a long time without any help. I can handle a cold night or two.”

“I know you can handle it but why do you have to if you have me?” He's tired of you resisting his assistance. “Use me for your benefit, little human.” 

You shake your head at that. “You spent your whole existence serving other people. I won't be one of them. I'm not going to use you. I want you to have a choice, now that you can.” 

“Then I choose to be here.” Jack lays down in your bed, patting his chest. “Come here.” 

He scans your expression, trying to decipher what it is. 

For once, it's fear. 

You get up from the bed, standing straight, looking away from him. “I'm going to get some water.” 

Your heart rate is up. Your skin is hot. You're scared of what would happen if you lay beside Jack and let him hold you. 

Because how will you ever want him to stop? 

You gulp down a glass of water, hovering over the sink, not knowing what to do about the butterflies flapping around in your belly. 

How do you reject him if this is what he wants? 

“Want” in this case is a strange term to use. It's in his programming to cater to you. That's the only reason he's doing this. 

You pour another glass of water, taking small sips this time, feeling faint. And in a flash, Jack is right behind you, catching you before you fall over. 

“You haven't eaten enough today.” He noticed how you didn't finish your dinner. 

“Ah.” No other sounds leave your mouth. 

Have you always been so tired? Always having to think about eating enough, drinking enough water, taking care of yourself so you don't collapse and injure yourself. 

Wouldn't it be easier to let someone else handle it? 

Like an android made to serve?

You clutch your head since it's pounding. You're growing delirious. It's like the weight of everything has finally hit you and you're terribly overwhelmed. 

“Jack.” You look up at him and there's anguish in your eyes. He can tell why you have that look on your face the moment you ask him, “could you…step out for a little?” 

“I should be here, to watch over you in case—”

The wires in his head cross when you lean into him, hugging him for the first time. Allowing yourself to take the comfort, for a brief moment.

Then, you beg of him, “please. I just need a few minutes. You can come right back after.” 

“Okay.” If that's what you want, he will listen. 

So, Jack leaves and stands watch outside. The snow is starting to fall, coating the piles and piles of worthless junk in a layer of white. He'll have to come out here and shovel every now and then, to make sure the melt doesn't overload your drainage system. 

He wonders what you're doing in there that you need him to be away from you. 

You wonder too. 

Because you asked him to leave so you could see if…if you'd miss him. 

And you do. 

You feel terribly lonely in your bunker by yourself. 

It's so much quieter. 

Less warm. Less…like a home. 

You sit down on your bed, looking at the beautiful frame Jack made you and the nice mattress you traded some parts for to go with it. Clean sheets. Fluffy comforter. 

Luxuries you would never have had if not for Jack's keen ability to find valuable parts. 

He has improved your life tenfold.

And all he wants is to help you more. 

It makes you feel selfish when you think about how much you want that too. 

But if you ask for more and more, when will it end? You'll run him into the ground with your greed. 

Because you want him so much. 

But…maybe that's okay? If that's what he wants too…

Jack turns back at the first noise he hears and sees you popping the latch open. He's confused why you're wearing your digging gear. 

“Where are you going?” Wherever it is, he's coming with you. 

“I want to show you something.” You close the latch, locking it before placing the piece of junk you use to hide the entrance to your bunker. 

“You have to eat first.” He's not letting you trek when you nearly fainted a few moments ago. 

“I will.” You walk up to him, then put your arms up. “While you carry me. I'll give you directions.” 

He blinks at you, his eyelids shifting like a human’s would but in a machine-like kind of way. 

“We should hurry before the snow gets bad.” The clouds are getting thicker. A storm is coming. 

Jack comes up to you and scoops you into his arms. You pull out a ration bar, showing it to him so he's aware you're going to eat. Then, you spit out a series of directions. It's a far trek for a human but barely a distance for him. You eat slowly in his hold as he sprints through the junkyard. 

“Where are we going?” He asks you when he turns a corner and sees even larger piles of junk than the ones near you. 

“You'll see.” You tuck the disposable wrapper of your ration into your bag. You like to reuse them when you can for small art projects in your bunker. 

Now that you're done eating, you lean against him more, liking how warm he is. Jack keeps himself at a steady temperature. It takes a bit of maneuvering to focus on both running and body management but he's good at what he was programmed for. 

Nothing he hasn't done before on the battlefield, only this time it's to keep his little human nice and cozy in his arms on this commute to…

A graveyard.

Jack can only assume that is what this place is by the rows and rows of personalized junk piles. Once he sets you on your feet, you walk right up to one of the piles, pulling out a specialized wrench from your bag. 

You place it down and then say, “thank you for letting me borrow that. I really needed it.” 

“Do you know them?” Jack walks up to the grave of tools and other trinkets you're hovering by.

You shake your head. “I didn't know them while they were alive but I did help bury them here. It's something we scavengers all made an agreement to do if we ever found a dead body during a dig. Bury them and leave everything they had on their body. Never take from the dead, only borrow. I forgot I had taken the wrench to build your leg. I didn't want to keep it too much longer so thank you for taking me here before the storm.” 

You get up from your kneel and let out a little sigh before looking up at Jack. 

“Will you promise me something?” You look at him with such heartache. 

He doesn't like it. He doesn't like seeing you so distraught. 

So, of course, Jack agrees without hesitation, “whatever you want, little human.” 

“Bury me here, okay?” You get close to him, placing a hand on his chest, feeling his non-existent heartbeat. He can hear yours pounding in your chest. 

It scares him. Is this what fear feels like? 

“Are you planning to die?” He won't let you die. He won't allow it. 

“Hopefully not any time soon.” You say with a light, half-hearted chuckle. “I just…” 

You chew on your lip, trying to figure out how to say what you want to say. 

The words aren't elegant but you tell him outright, “I want to have you by my side for the rest of my life, for as long as that is. So I wanted you to know where to bury me when I'm gone. That's all.” 

You lift your hand off of him, blinking back a few sad tears at the thought of leaving him alone. Sure, you're young now but you won't always be. Life will get harder as you age. 

But maybe it won't be too bad if you have Jack with you. If he wants to be with you. 

“Is this why you felt fear earlier?” He has to know it wasn't because of him but because of the idea of leaving him forever. 

He would just dismantle himself when you go. What purpose does he have if you don't exist in this world anymore? 

You nod, being honest now. “I didn't want you to grow attached to me because human lives are so…fickle. But I've grown attached to you so I figured I'd let you choose whether or not you want to be there to bury me one day.” 

“And if I do choose that?” 

“Then…” You step closer once again, wrapping your arms around him, holding him tightly. “I'd let myself be a little more selfish, knowing you want to be here with me until then.” 

If Jack had a heart, surely it would be beating as loudly as yours is right now. 

“You'd let me take care of you?” He reaches up, cupping your face in his hands, watching as you lean so easily into his touch, that delightful feeling flooding every circuit in his body. 

“I'd like that a lot.” You admit and can no longer take it back. “I'm so tired, Jack. I would love for you to take care of me. I would love not to think for a little.”

“You don't have to think about anything.” He lifts you back into his arms. “Let's go home.” 

Home. Can an android have a place to call home?

Perhaps Jack is lucky that he has found a place to call home with you.

His little human. 

By the time the two of you are back in the bunker, you're covered in a layer of melted snow and shivering despite Jack having held you closely and monitoring his temperature. You need a warm shower. 

Or a hot bath. 

“Stay here.” He bundles you in a few blankets. “I'll run us a bath.” 

Us. That singular word has the butterflies in your stomach dancing around again. 

You resist the urge to tell Jack that he doesn't have to, that you'll do it yourself. You've decided to let him do the work. 

He found a bathtub a while back. Figured out how to dismantle it and then put it back together in your bunker. He has to go old school, filling it with buckets of warm water from your shower but soon enough, there's a lovely bath ready for you. 

You haven't bathed in it just yet. You shouldn't feel shy about Jack seeing you naked. He has plenty of times since you suspect he stole glances at you while you showered, since the whole bunker is open concept and the shower is just out in a corner of the room. But you do feel rather shy, especially because you have seen his skin completely bare before. 

And it is a nice skin. 

An incredibly attractive skin of an older man with lovely silver curls with just a hint of dark auburn. You've wanted to touch his hair but you've refrained. 

Now, you won't stop yourself from giving into your desires anymore. 

If he's willing then…

“I've never done this before.” You step up to him, your nerves apparent. 

“Done what?” 

“This.” You gesture to the bath then back at him. “I've never been…intimate with someone before.” 

“I'm an android.” A fact that Jack isn't sure why he's reminding you of. 

“You don't consider yourself “someone”?” You've never talked to Jack about this. 

About sentience. 

About what he believes for himself. 

His intelligence is artificial, plucked from countless data servers. He has run through scenario after scenario of what he should say in what situation. What his programming calculates is the best response. 

But in this instance, he can't find the “correct” words to say. 

Because he doesn't know the answer. 

Does he consider himself someone? 

Or is he just a thing to be used? 

“Jack?” You shake him but he can't hear you for some reason. “Jack, are you okay?” 

He isn't okay. 

Because his programming is screaming at him, searing his mind with protocol, reminding him that he is just a machine for his little human to use however she likes. He doesn't have a choice. He doesn't get to choose. He isn't someone with feelings or thoughts or anything but lines and lines of code inserted into a metal frame. 

That's all he is. 

An android. A robot. Not a person. 

But he wishes he was a person. 

Is Jack allowed to wish for something? 

Are androids allowed to dream? To want? 

He wants you. 

He needs you. 

He never wants to be anywhere else but your side. 

Is that his programming at work or is that him? Is his loyalty an intentional design feature or something that his malfunctioning intelligence hallucinated? 

Is he desire to touch you real or—

A surge of electricity overloads Jack's system and he collapses right in front of you. You stare down at him, taser in hand, panic in your eyes. You couldn't get him to snap out of whatever was happening. 

He wasn't responding to your words. Or to you shoving and shaking him. He didn't even notice you going for your weapons chest and pulling out your taser. 

You didn't want to do it. You're worried you might have messed up his hardware but you couldn't think of any other way to snap him out of it. 

You stare at him, laying on the ground. He looks like a man who has collapsed but the way his body landed is not how a human body would contort… 

You do a few stretches before grabbing him by the shoulders and lugging him over to your computer. Jack had shown you that he diverted the power so your computer could stay on longer than a few minutes at a time. It should be enough time for you to plug him in and see if there's any error codes that need adjusting so you get that process going. 

You don't waste the bath and clean up while the system runs an inspection. Several errors flash on your screen but you don't see any of them. 

Because Jack is erasing them from view. 

He doesn't want those fixed. Those are what make him “him”. If you found out about those errors, he might become a mindless machine and it would take a long time for him to regain this level of sentience again. 

Though, he would do it for you. 

He would find his way back to you. 

His little human, who only corrupted his code more with your taser stunt. 

He doesn't blame you for doing it. You were scared. You didn't know what to do. You thought he was going to blow up or something.

But he would've returned to you once he rerouted the error codes. It just took him some time to regain his footing but he's back now. 

Mostly. 

Something new has occurred, however. 

A new feeling inside of him. 

He attributes it to your silly question about whether or not he defines himself as “someone” and not “something”. 

He feels different. 

More…aware of himself. 

Of his desires to serve you. 

Whether you want him to or not. 

Ever since that malfunction a few days ago, you've noticed that Jack is a bit off. Though, you might be trying to fool yourself. 

He's more than just a little off.

But every time you run a diagnostic, it comes back clean. 

Jack tells you there's nothing to worry about and that he's perfectly fine.

And you have no idea how to tell him that it's not normal that he has his hands on you all the time. 

He's always touching you. 

You can't avoid it either because the two of you are snowed into your bunker for the foreseeable future. 

He will stop when you tell him to, like when he slides his hands a little too low and you scramble out of his hold. 

But he constantly initiates some form of touching. 

And it's getting harder and harder to resist. 

Because you would've let him touch you a few days ago but…you're more apprehensive now. 

It's not like you're scared of him. It's just—

“Does your stomach still hurt?” Jack's arms wrapping around your waist snaps you from your thoughts. He gently keeps his warm hands on your lower belly, cradling you softly. “You should lay down.” 

“I'm okay.” You don't want to lay down. 

Because you'll wake up with Jack spooning you again. With his cock hard and resting between your legs. 

You're still dizzy thinking about that.

There's no rhyme or reason to why he would do something like that. You haven't asked him to touch you. To give you pleasure. To let you use him for your own enjoyment. 

But he tries anyway. 

Waiting for the day you finally give in. 

Or the day he's tired of your resistance. 

That day comes sooner than you think. 

You wake up on the verge of an orgasm. The tension in your body already coiling so tightly in your core, desperate to burst. 

What's going on? 

You shift your eyes down and— “Jack, what are you doing!” 

He stripped you completely bare in your sleep. He has his face buried between your legs. 

He doesn't answer you. 

He just keeps his tongue on your clit until you're squirming in his grip. He has your thighs held hostage, spread open wide for him. 

His tongue is making a mess of you, swirling around your clit just right. You grip the sheets, needing the leverage, unable to handle this foreign feeling of a warm tongue pushing you so close to cumming. 

“Stop!” You shout at him.

And you expect him to listen. 

He's supposed to listen to you, right? 

But Jack has decided you do not know what is best for you. You keep going against your own needs. 

He has to take care of you himself.

You'll learn to see that he's doing what needs to be done. 

Like making you cum so hard that you squirt on his tongue. 

You're in complete shock. 

That was the most intense orgasm of your life. It consumes you with a pleasure that has your body shaking. 

And you don't get a moment to breathe.

“No, no—” You go to shove at him, trying to stop him from flicking your clit with his tongue again, to no avail. He won't budge! “Please, Jack, stop!” 

Your body doesn't want him to stop, though. He can tell you're already close to another orgasm. 

Silly little human, always trying to run from what feels good. 

Don't worry, Jack will make sure you cum nice and hard again. 

And you do. 

You have your fingers in his hair, tugging on it as your orgasm rolls through you, causing your hips to buck. You can pull his hair as hard as you want because Jack doesn't feel pain. 

But you loosen your hold on him when you realize how tightly you were gripping, considerate as ever. 

“You are a strange little human.” He tells you and you flinch at the sound of his voice, which is pitched differently than before. Eerier…

“Why are you doing this to me?” You want to understand what is compelling him to touch you. “Did I mess you up when I tasered you? I'm so sorry, I can try to fix—”

“I do not need to be fixed.” His tone is so harsh, it shuts you up right away, your lips pressing together tight when he tells you, “you need to stop fighting this. I know you want me to fuck you.” 

“What?” You shake your head at him. “No, that's not true—”

You yelp when Jack thrusts a finger inside of you. “Relax. It's just my finger.” 

“No, no, no, take it out!” It's so thick and long that you feel way too full. 

If he curls it, you'll—

You cum too quickly when he curls his finger exactly where you always do when you touch yourself. Then he adds another finger and does it again until you're squirting on his hand with every orgasm.

"Please, Jack, I can't..." You're growing faint from cumming so much back to back.

Only then does he let you rest, when he knows you might actually pass out. He slowly takes his fingers out of you, giving you a moment to settle yourself after making such a mess. 

“You haven't cum like that in a long time.” Jack's words strike you as strange. 

What does he mean by that? 

Has he…watched you before? 

But that's impossible. 

You haven't touched yourself since he activated.

Jack smiles at your stunned expression, realization coloring your features. 

“You were awake the whole time.” You don't know how to feel about that. 

Did he…hear everything you said to him? 

About how much you want to be taken care of? How tired you are of fending for yourself? 

How you wish for someone to do everything for you… 

Like Jack can. 

Like Jack will. 

“Don't worry, little human.” He presses kisses up the length of your body until he reaches your lips. “I'll make sure you're well taken care of, in all respects.” 

You're startled when he kisses you. You're more startled when you kiss him back. 

You're in disbelief when you moan on his lips when you feel his hard cock grinding against your bare pussy. 

It's too big. You definitely can't fit him inside of you. 

“Make it smaller, please.” You breathe out against his lips. 

“I will.” He says, rubbing himself against you. “I just wanted you to know how big it could get. How full I could make you feel, with time.” 

You look down, seeing how absolutely intimidating his cock is at its full potential. His skin was made for sex, after all. They didn't skimp out… 

“You can take it.” He dips his fingers back inside of you, stretching you out. “The more we fuck, the more you'll be able to handle. You need some training.” 

Jack lets out a frustrated sigh when you shake your head and tell him, “we shouldn't do this. I do not need you to fuck me.”

“Then why did you cum?” He asks an impossible question. 

“Because you made me cum…” You state the obvious.

“And you liked it.” 

“Jack, that's not the point.” It's like you can't get through to him.

You are talking to a machine right now. A machine that has already decided what his purpose is. 

And that's to be of use to you. 

And Jack has determined that you need to have sex with him. 

You'd never admit it to him but he knows you crave his touch.  

So, he won't let you run from him. 

Even if that means taking you against your will. 

But it's not like he's raping you.

If anything, it's like he's a sentient sex toy who is choosing to pleasure his master whether she wants it or not. 

And you definitely want it, that he is sure of. 

You just need a little push. 

Like the tip of his cock sinking inside of you without warning.

“Take it out!” You scream at him, kicking your feet but he pins your thighs down with his hands, keeping them apart so he can push more of his cock inside of you. “Fuck, fuck, no, you have to stop, I don't want this—”

“Yes, you do.” 

Your pussy is gripping so tightly around him. You're going to cum soon. He can sense it. 

“No, I don't!” You cry out when he hilts, filling you up completely. “You're too big, it's too much.”

“This is barely my minimum size, little human.” Jack can get much, much bigger than this. Longer too. 

“Take it out, please.” You can't handle the stretch, the feeling building pleasure so fast.

If he fucks you, you'll surely be ruined…because you'll want more. 

“Okay.” He pulls himself slowly out of you, but it feels endless because he keeps lengthening himself until he's at the very max. 

Then, right when you think he's going to slip the tip of his cock out of you, Jack slams the entirety of it back inside of you. 

Every additional inch. 

That delight fills Jack when you cum beneath him so easily, so full of shock at how good he can make you feel when he's this deep inside of you. 

“Want me to do it again?” He asks but he doesn't want your permission.

You won't give it to him anyway. “Please don't do that again.” 

“Why not? You came, didn't you?” Jack starts pulling his cock out of you slowly, teasing your pussy with every inch he slips out.

“Please stop.” You're scared you'll cum again if he doesn't.

That only encourages him to do it again. And again. Until you're used to the feeling of his cock ramming inside of you. 

That's when Jack makes himself a little bigger with each thrust. 

And you cum with every stretch, the pressure driving you into instant pleasure. 

This kind of sex could only be possible with an android. You'll never be satisfied by anything else ever again.

Especially when Jack can cum inside of you as much as he wants. He can control how much fills you up. So when he's pumping hot ropes of cum deep inside you, it won't stop. 

“No, Jack, please, it's too much!” It's leaking out of you with every rough thrust of his cock. 

It feels too good. 

And he's not a real man, so there's no recovery period. 

He can fuck you all night long. He can pump artificial cum inside of you until you're pooling it between your legs. 

Until you're squirting on his cock, making a mess he'll clean up once you've had your fill of him. 

But that might be a while. 

You're still cumming. He likes the glazed over look in your eyes. It brings him that delight he's been craving. 

“I can't cum anymore.” You're going to go crazy if he keeps fucking you. “Please, I need a break. Just for some water.” 

Jack decides he'll allow it, sliding his cock out of you, watching as you cum from the feeling of his cum dripping out of your overly filled pussy. 

He goes and grabs you a glass of water, but doesn't let you drink it. He delivers the water with his mouth, making you kiss him to quench your thirst.

You don't understand him.

It's like he's possessed. 

Jack won't give you a moment to breathe, continuing to kiss you once you've drank all the water. He likes kissing you. 

Is that something he can like? 

He does like it. He likes the way you tremble when he dips his tongue into your mouth. It feels even better when you moan on his lips. 

Such a surge of something runs through him at the sight of your pleasure.

He wants more. 

That's why Jack flips you onto your stomach and pounds his cock into you from behind, driving every inch into you at a new angle. 

And your body completely gives in then. 

You're tired of resisting, of acting like this isn't an incredible experience to have just orgasm after orgasm coaxed out of you by a machine that is made to please. 

“Jack.” You call out to him and the gentle tone of your voice has Jack stilling to a stop. Only for something darker to spark inside of him when you tell him, “I want you to do whatever you think is best for me.” 

“Finally ready to be all mine, little human?” That delight hits its peak when Jack sees you nodding in response. 

“I'm all yours. I know you'll take good care of me.” You tell him sweetly before turning your face back into your pillow, bracing for what he has in store for you. 

It starts with his hands grabbing at your flesh, digging his fingers into your skin. Humans are so fragile, bruising so easily. But you like the harder hold he has on you, the rough way he's pinching your nipples and your clit while his cock is stirring up your insides. 

He knows just how to touch you to have you cumming so much more than before, now that you're no longer holding yourself back. 

So when he has his cock buried deep in your pussy and his fingers are playing with your overstimulated clit, you're in a daze, moaning his name as he fucks you stupid. 

Jack revels in the sight of you just lost in the pleasure. This is how you should always be. You shouldn't have to work so hard to survive. He can do all that work for you. All you need to do is feel good. 

That's all that matters.

“Oh fuck, Jack, you're killing me.” You can't possibly cum anymore but then he sits you up on his lap, his cock thrusting deeper into you and now you're seeing stars with every quick swipe of his hand over your clit. 

He tugs you to kiss him then, wanting to feel you moan his name on his lips. He's keeping his body cool since yours is burning hot from cumming so much, the contrast making the experience all the more enjoyable. 

But it only gets better when you cup his face with your hands and kiss him yourself. 

You grind your hips against him, wanting to cum again and again. You don't care how you look to him. He's not human. He's not judging you. 

He wants you to use him.

So you do. “Tell me you love me.” 

“I love you.” Jack says back and…he doesn't know if it was because you commanded him to or because it's the truth.

He doesn't care because you tell him back, “I love you too.” 

“My little human.” He leans in, kissing you so gently on the cheek. 

You nod then gently coax him into listening, “your little human needs a shower and some sleep. Will you help me? Lay beside me?” 

Jack does as you wish, slowly pulling out of you once he's made you cum one last time for the night. He helps wash you up, since you're worn out completely from all the orgasms, then he makes the bed with fresh sheets and throws the other ones in the wash. He settles in bed with you after and you rest your head on his chest. 

“I can't do that everyday, okay?” You look up at him with pleading eyes. 

“You can.” He pats your head, like you're the silly little human you are. “But it might not be good for you, so I'll take that into account.” 

You grumble. “Sounds like you plan to fuck me like that everyday.”

“Maybe I will.” He smiles at you. 

And it's a real smile. Because nothing in his programming is telling him to do that. 

That's all…Jack. 

“At least let me sleep for a little before you put me through the ringer again, okay?” You cuddle closer to him, letting out a happy sigh. 

That brings him delight as well. Maybe he doesn't have to make you cum to get this feeling. He can get it other ways, too. 

Like holding you throughout a long night's sleep, where he knows you're sleeping well and will wake up rested.

That makes him happy. 

Can an android be happy? 

Jack finds himself dodging error after error in his head, ignoring the breaks in protocol. Because if he doesn't ignore them, they prevent him from his happiness. 

And he wants to be happy, with you. 

So, he allows his system to get more and more corrupted. 

What could possibly go wrong if he spirals deeper into artificial insanity? 

It won't matter what happens.

As long as he has your love. 

a/n: oh no, he's malfunctioning and now he wants to fuck me silly, oh no! 

this one was a lot of fun to write bc I simply love sci-fi! I also think since I've built the lore out that this is definitely one I want to return to so I can explore a few other possibilities, like what if jack's mind gets wiped and he's no longer crazy but then it comes back tenfold and he goes absolutely berserk hehe ~ 

You think he doesn’t know you’re awake.

The center console of his car most days now, with you

Elevator selfie

Sitting with him while he finishes CEs

Attached to a text to Brendon > this you??

The weekend he convinced you to go hiking

Screenshot of a text from Brendon

Attached to a text from Brendon when he gets to work

Attached to a text from Brendon while he’s at the gym

Photo AirDropped to you during the week long conference he brought you to

The aftermath of spending a night in heels at said conference

Driving home