Beware the Superman (9/19)
Title: Beware the Superman
Rating: R
Pairings: James/Carlos, Kendall/Logan
Words: 76,216
Summary: What really matters in life, what makes someone human? Having someone to love or the ability to be able to love back?
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Chapter 9: Hatchet
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"Look at that. . .I wish I could have a baby," he heard Logan give a small contented sigh and Kendall bit his lip. He hated how Logan would always bring that up, the fact that they could never have their own children. Why wasn't he good enough? Why weren't they good enough?. . .
"Kendall?" the blond heard someone call out his name and he shook his head, glancing over at Carlos. The small android was holding a tray with cups of coffee, "Where does this go?"
"Table 7," Kendall replied softly and Carlos nodded, quickly delivering the drinks to the respective table and Kendall crossed his arms as he watched. Business was slow today, only maybe two or three tables being used. Though, he has been getting more business with Carlos working, not knowing if it was because there were more people to attend to them that was why they had an increase in clientele or that the android never changed out of that female worker costume and his clientele were a bunch of perverts that liked to watch when Carlos would bend over and the shorts would ride up to show the curve of his bottom.
Kendall shook his head, feeling his face grow hot at the thought. He for sure wasn't feeling something for Carlos. He hated those robots, those things. Trying to replace people, that man was crazy. He should have been locked in the looney house than walking the streets. Kendall crossed his arms, frowning as Carlos walked back over and settled the tray on the counter.
"Okay?" Carlos asked and Kendall looked away, trying to ignore the android. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carlos walk around the counter to stand in front of Kendall and look at the blond with a confused expression and cutely cock his head to the side. Kendall felt himself pressing back into the wall, almost afraid as Carlos drew closer.
"G-Go away," Kendall stuttered out and instantly he felt disgusted with himself. He was bigger than Carlos, he was probably stronger than Carlos too. Just push him away, Kendall. Push him away and make him fear you. But he couldn't find it in himself to push the smaller android away as Carlos wrapped arms around Kendall's shoulders and leaned forward to give Kendall a comforting hug. Kendall gasped, feeling his heart racing and head throbbing as Carlos pressed his body more into Kendall's, the pelvis innocently sliding over Kendall's. "C-Carlos," Kendall stuttered again, feeling his pants tightening and Carlos only pressed harder. No, no he couldn't be getting aroused by Carlos. He hated those robots! He hated them all! He hated Carlos!
. . .Did he?
Carlos finally eased off pressure, giving a friendly smile to Kendall.
"Feeling better?" Carlos asked and Kendall pushed Carlos away, heart beating frantic as he rushed out from behind the counter and into the backroom. He threw himself against a wall, hand shooting down to his zipper and pulling it down along with his pants and boxers. Kendall breathed, his hand wrapping around his erection and he grunted as it slid up and down roughly, mind going into that pleasured and hatred state. Stupid robots, he hated them all. He should have never hired Carlos, he should have never hired another robot and bring another one of those phonies into his life. He should have tried to shut James and Dak and Carlos out for good, change his number and address. He hated those things, he hated those things.
His breath was coming out short and broken, his thumb running over the tip and feeling in the slit, letting out a pleasured gasp and feeling his face growing hot. Kendall felt his mind go blank, just trying to calm himself. He was so tired, he was tired and he didn't want to do this anymore. But at the same time, what else was there for him to do? He was lost without Logan and now that he was gone. . .what was the point? What was the point of him being here, in the backroom of a coffee shop jacking off to something that could never be his and something he never would want. Everything hurt, everything made Kendall feel numb and lost. He just wanted it all to end. . .
Kendall let another soft sigh escape his lips, eyes fluttering open a bit as he slouched more against the wall. And he glanced at the door to find that someone was standing in it, the door cracked slightly and the person watching him with wide eyes. Carlos. He paused, face heating with embarrassment and quickly began to tuck himself in.
"W-What are you doing here? Get out! Get out!" Kendall shouted and Carlos continued to stare, though looking at Kendall with a sort of fear than of a curiosity that only made Kendall grow more angry. He stood up straight, storming over there and grabbing Carlos roughly. The android didn't try to fight, letting himself be dragged inside the small space and be thrown up against the wall with Kendall glaring down at the frightened face. He wanted to hurt Carlos, he wanted some sort of outlet to let all his anger, his frustration, everything. How was he going to do it? Was he going to throw him against the wall until he saw those wires begin to show? Or maybe squeeze his shoulders tighter until he heard the joints break, Carlos felt like he was more weakly built. For what, to give off the illusion of fragility? Hah, stupid move for Stetson.
Kendall felt his hands tightening, arousal returning with an even darker intent. Carlos couldn't feel pain, maybe. Of course he couldn't, he's a robot. They can't feel pain and they won't cry. Carlos wouldn't scream or cry if Kendall decided to let his frustration out a different way. If he were to hurl the android to the ground, strike him, beat him, ripping off that uniform that the android flaunted about in, rape him. . .
He's not even a human, he wouldn't feel a thing.
Kendall's hold on Carlos tightened more, Kendall feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins and anger flaring in his heart. He pulled Carlos forward and then threw the android back into the wall, feeling satisfaction and cruel smile coming over his lips with a desire to do it again. He pulled Carlos forward and then hurled the android into the wall beside the computer desk, smile growing even bigger. He was going to do it, his mind was taken over by the hate and the lust and a hand gripped roughly at the front of the shorts ready to rip them off but then stopped as he heard a whimper.
"Please. . .don't. . .no more," Carlos pleaded and Kendall looked at the android's face, fearful and eyes dark. The lips continued to mumble helpless protests even when Kendall slowly withdrew his hand and stared at the android with a confused look. He watched Carlos closely before his hand slid over Carlos' cheek and to the back of his head, feeling for a wire. His fingers brushed against something coarse and Kendall tugged, a black USB cord in his grasp. Kendall then glanced at the computer that was sitting on the desk, shaking the mouse to find that someone left it on. Must have been Jenny again, surfing on the Internet when she was supposed to be tending to the customers. He hooked the computer up to Carlos, the android's eyes closing shut as a pop up appeared on the monitor to see just what was going through the android's hardware.
Kendall didn't want to say he was an expert on these things because he hated them. But he didn't have a choice, he needed to know how Logan was supposed to work, how he was supposed to interact, how he was supposed to be like the Logan that he lost. When Stetson sent Logan home with Kendall that day, Kendall watched Logan's memories. Which began the eventual hate of the android in the first place. They were fake, they were fabricated memories someone told Stetson. Logan's first painting, Logan's 18th birthday, Logan's first meeting with Kendall. He felt angry every time he watched those clips, angry and sad on how much he missed him. And Kendall hated that whenever he was feeling lonely, he hooked Logan up to the TV so he could watch those funny memories on how Logan and him finger painted, how Logan and him went fishing and Logan caught the largest one out of the pair, how Logan and him went to the mountains to lie in the snow and make snow angels. It always made him laugh when he watched the memories.
Before he eventually curled up on the couch and cried himself to sleep.
Now, as Kendall sifted through Carlos' memory drive, he only saw a select amount of files. Surely the people that Carlos was intended for would have told Stetson everything about their. . .their son. Kendall didn't know that much information on the other subjects that were associated with the project, just hoped they didn't know much about him either. Kendall saw one file that was currently highlighted in black, the curiosity overwhelming and he clicked on the file as another window popped open and video played.
Kendall saw that Carlos was in some sort of room, the memory of course in Carlos' perspective and the android gently petting a lab mouse. Kendall remembered those, Stetson was using them to see how obedience worked and could be enforced for the Mirrors. He watched the nimble tan fingers gently pet and rub the mouse, only for Kendall to realize with slight horror that the animal wasn't even alive. Yet, Carlos continued to scratch the back gently and rub the top of the mouse's head, a door opening and the view shifting to see three lab assistants stumble in laughing loudly. Kendall remembered them as well by their voices, young and ignorant and possibly only there to get some cash. Though there was one thing that was rather unsettling to him, the fact that the three men didn't have a face.
. . .Why wasn't Carlos registering their faces?
His eyes glanced over to the android, Carlos looking as if he was sleeping soundly as his attention drew back to the computer screen at another loud laugh.
"Hello," Kendall heard Carlos' voice say sweetly and the lab assistants laughed again.
"Look here! It's that little android Boss keeps fooling around with!" one of them laughed, Kendall now knowing that they must all be drunk. One of them stumbled closely to Carlos to look down at what the android was holding in his hand. "Hey! What are you playing with that dead mouse for?"
". . .Dead?"
"He's a stupid one, ain't he?" one of them snorted and all three ended up laughing. The one closest to Carlos snatched the mouse out of the android's hands, dangling the creature by its tail.
"Dead. As in, not alive," he replied and Kendall was finding himself growing disgusted at the display, eyes widening when the man turned and hurled the rodent across the room as if it was a ball. Kendall heard a gasp and saw that Carlos was scooting back, most likely with fear as the faceless figures began to approach him in a staggered walk.
"Aw, he's scared. Hey, why you scared of us? We helped made you. In fact, you should be worshiping us," one of them haughtily said and Carlos shook his head.
"No. . .Father made me-"
"Father?"
"That's what it calls Stetson," one replied, almost sounding annoyed and one stepped closer.
"Bastard must have some daddy fetish. Well, we helped made you too, how come you don't call me Daddy, huh?"
"Probably would say it in that cute little voice of his too. Come on, call me Daddy too," another one said, the three getting closer and closer and Carlos not having any more room to back up as they surrounded him. Kendall felt his heart racing as the closest one lunged onto Carlos, the android shouting out in surprise and the other two moving into vision and looming over the android.
"Look at him, he's so cute. No wonder Stetson wants to keep him as his little sex toy. . .hey, did he ever try out that feature?"
"No. . .but I want to do a 'test run'," one of them replied, shedding his lab coat and trying to undo his belt buckle while the other two faceless figures began to paw at Carlos, grab at the android as Carlos twisted and turned.
"Please don't! Father said 'no one can touch me there'-"
"Well 'Father' ain't here. You'll be calling all of us Daddy real soon," the nude man said, looming over Carlos and hoisting tan and bare legs up high in the air while the other two were close by his side, palming at the front of their slacks. And Kendall didn't need to see their faces, he knew they were probably having a sick satisfaction watching this all unfold.
Then the man thrust his hips forward.
And a pained scream came through the speakers as one of the assistant's hands shot to the back of Carlos' head and the screen went black.
Kendall sat there in shock and disgust and horror, almost feeling like he had to vomit over what kind of treatment Carlos endured. The memory moved to the next one, this time seeing that cold and cruel expression of Jett Stetson appearing on the computer screen looking down at Carlos.
"Beta, are you awaking? Beta?"
"Father. . .Father those things. . .those things, they touched me. They touched and they-"
"I know, Beta. I saw on camera what those disgusting people done. Their contract here has been terminated, you won't see them ever again," Stetson replied, though not looking comforting at all. Instead, he was looking at Carlos with a disgusted expression, like he was angry that Carlos was defiled by his assistants and not by him. He leaned forward, a hand sliding down Carlos' bare thighs and Stetson shook his head. "What a shame that this beautiful body was in the hands of such violent people. . .that's why I'm the only one allowed to touch you, Beta. I'm the only one that can make what they did to you feel good. . .would you like me to show you?"
Kendall hung his jaw in shock, the android was just raped by three assistants of his and now he just wants to have sex with Carlos? Kendall watched as Stetson's hand began to gently push Carlos down but Kendall began to hear screaming from the computer again.
"Please! No! Don't! Please! Stop!" Carlos cried and Stetson frowned.
"Must have messed up your programming. . .associating me with them. . ." Stetson mumbled and hand going to the back of Carlos' head.
"Please don't Father! I'll be good, please don't do it to me!" Carlos cried and the screen went blank once more. Kendall didn't want to see anymore, he exited out of the memory and closed the screen, disconnecting Carlos from the computer and the android's eyes fluttering back open. Kendall rubbed his forehead, heart racing at what he saw. It was. . .he felt sick to his stomach. Those monsters, he knew this whole entire project was bad. Corrupted, everything was sick and horrible. Kendall let out a shaky sigh and saw Carlos move down and crouch beside him, resting his head on Kendall's knee and face looking confused.
". . .I was good. . .I did everything Father told me to. . .why did those things hurt me?. . .Why did Kendall try to hurt me?" Carlos whispered and Kendall looked down, guilt washing over his face.
"Carlos. . ." Kendall began but a knocking on the door shook the two out of their silence. "W-Who is it?"
"It's James," he heard the voice and Kendall gulped, getting Carlos up onto his feet as the door opened and James stepped inside. The brunette glanced between the two, eyebrow raised and turning to look at Kendall, "What's going on in here?"
"James!" Carlos chirped, rushing over and hugging the brunette. James was blushing, though rolling his eyes and trying to play it off.
"Y-Yeah, nice to see you too," James muttered and looked back at Kendall, "I'm taking him home early. That's not a problem, is it?"
"No, it's fine. Take him," Kendall said, monotone and slow and James stared at Kendall, confused.
"Did something happen?" James asked Carlos more than Kendall and the android turned to look over his shoulder at Kendall. Kendall watched those big brown orbs that seen a lot of abuse, abuse that from the likes of things he barely is programmed to remember unless something triggered it. Carlos turned to face James again, reaching forward and taking James' hand.
"Nothing happened. I had fun at work!" Carlos chirped again and Kendall felt like someone just kicked him in the stomach. James watched the cheerful android before rolling his eyes.
"Whatever you say. Well, see you later, Kendall," James replied, gently tugging Carlos out of the room.
"Bye-bye, Kendall!" Carlos said and smiled, then looking at Kendall with an almost accepting look. Like. . .like it was alright and Kendall was forgiven. Yet, Kendall felt sick to his stomach and told Jenny that she was going to close up again tonight, he couldn't stay there any longer. He got into his car, pulling out onto the street and drove home, his mind only on what he saw. What he tried to do. He got to the townhome, pulled into the driveway and got out of the car to walk briskly to the door and didn't plan on stopping once he got inside.
As soon as Kendall stepped in and closed the door behind him, he saw Logan looking at him with surprise, the table decorated nicely and cookies along with the smell of a hearty meal cooking in the kitchen.
"You're home early," Logan said, surprised and slightly wary and Kendall stared at the android.
"What are you doing?"
"I was. . .I was going to surprise you with dinner. It's you favorite, minestrone and mashed potatoes. And some cookies and ice cream for dessert," Logan said with a weak smile that Kendall couldn't help but grow annoyed at. His Logan always made him that soup and the way that the android made it. . .it was missing something. It just wasn't the same and it was starting to make Kendall grow irritated.
But then he remembered Carlos, how those assistants treated him, how Stetson treated him.
And wondered if Logan was treated the same way.
Was Logan raped? Sexually abused? And it wasn't like Carlos was going to James' home to be beaten and yelled at like Logan was with Kendall. Kendall. . .Kendall was just as bad as they were.
And he let out a strangled sob.
He felt hands trying to stop the flow of tears on his cheeks but Kendall didn't want to look at Logan right now, he felt absolutely disgusting.
"Kendall? K-Kendall, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for doing this, I-I didn't mean-"
"I almost raped Carlos," Kendall confessed and Logan stopped touching Kendall's cheeks, the android stepping back warily.
"What?"
"I. . .I just got so angry and he was there. . .I almost raped him but then he must have crashed and I went to look at his memory database and. . .I saw he was raped by some of Stetson's assistants," Kendall said, his breath coming out short and quick and Logan's eyes looked over the blond in concern, "And then. . .Stetson. . .he didn't care. He was just angry that he didn't get Carlos first and he was trying to force himself on him and. . .god, you two were treated horribly. . .why weren't you-"
"They erased any bad memories I had. . .I don't know if I was beaten or sexually abused. . .I don't remember at all. . ."
"Those bastards. They. . .they could have. . .those bastards," Kendall hissed and Logan shuddered. "You. . .you never did anything wrong. . .neither of you did anything wrong and. . .I need to lie down."
"A-Aren't you going to have dinner?" Logan asked as Kendall began to walk away. Kendall paused before giving a slow shake of the head 'no' and continued to the bedroom to lie down on the bed. He honestly lost his appetite the moment he saw those memories of Carlos'. Carlos didn't do anything wrong and Kendall tried to hurt him. . .Logan never done anything wrong and Kendall always hurt him.
He wasn't better than any of them at all.
Rating: R
Pairings: James/Carlos, Kendall/Logan
Words: 76,216
Summary: What really matters in life, what makes someone human? Having someone to love or the ability to be able to love back?
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Chapter 9: Hatchet
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"Look at that. . .I wish I could have a baby," he heard Logan give a small contented sigh and Kendall bit his lip. He hated how Logan would always bring that up, the fact that they could never have their own children. Why wasn't he good enough? Why weren't they good enough?. . .
"Kendall?" the blond heard someone call out his name and he shook his head, glancing over at Carlos. The small android was holding a tray with cups of coffee, "Where does this go?"
"Table 7," Kendall replied softly and Carlos nodded, quickly delivering the drinks to the respective table and Kendall crossed his arms as he watched. Business was slow today, only maybe two or three tables being used. Though, he has been getting more business with Carlos working, not knowing if it was because there were more people to attend to them that was why they had an increase in clientele or that the android never changed out of that female worker costume and his clientele were a bunch of perverts that liked to watch when Carlos would bend over and the shorts would ride up to show the curve of his bottom.
Kendall shook his head, feeling his face grow hot at the thought. He for sure wasn't feeling something for Carlos. He hated those robots, those things. Trying to replace people, that man was crazy. He should have been locked in the looney house than walking the streets. Kendall crossed his arms, frowning as Carlos walked back over and settled the tray on the counter.
"Okay?" Carlos asked and Kendall looked away, trying to ignore the android. Then out of the corner of his eye, he saw Carlos walk around the counter to stand in front of Kendall and look at the blond with a confused expression and cutely cock his head to the side. Kendall felt himself pressing back into the wall, almost afraid as Carlos drew closer.
"G-Go away," Kendall stuttered out and instantly he felt disgusted with himself. He was bigger than Carlos, he was probably stronger than Carlos too. Just push him away, Kendall. Push him away and make him fear you. But he couldn't find it in himself to push the smaller android away as Carlos wrapped arms around Kendall's shoulders and leaned forward to give Kendall a comforting hug. Kendall gasped, feeling his heart racing and head throbbing as Carlos pressed his body more into Kendall's, the pelvis innocently sliding over Kendall's. "C-Carlos," Kendall stuttered again, feeling his pants tightening and Carlos only pressed harder. No, no he couldn't be getting aroused by Carlos. He hated those robots! He hated them all! He hated Carlos!
. . .Did he?
Carlos finally eased off pressure, giving a friendly smile to Kendall.
"Feeling better?" Carlos asked and Kendall pushed Carlos away, heart beating frantic as he rushed out from behind the counter and into the backroom. He threw himself against a wall, hand shooting down to his zipper and pulling it down along with his pants and boxers. Kendall breathed, his hand wrapping around his erection and he grunted as it slid up and down roughly, mind going into that pleasured and hatred state. Stupid robots, he hated them all. He should have never hired Carlos, he should have never hired another robot and bring another one of those phonies into his life. He should have tried to shut James and Dak and Carlos out for good, change his number and address. He hated those things, he hated those things.
His breath was coming out short and broken, his thumb running over the tip and feeling in the slit, letting out a pleasured gasp and feeling his face growing hot. Kendall felt his mind go blank, just trying to calm himself. He was so tired, he was tired and he didn't want to do this anymore. But at the same time, what else was there for him to do? He was lost without Logan and now that he was gone. . .what was the point? What was the point of him being here, in the backroom of a coffee shop jacking off to something that could never be his and something he never would want. Everything hurt, everything made Kendall feel numb and lost. He just wanted it all to end. . .
Kendall let another soft sigh escape his lips, eyes fluttering open a bit as he slouched more against the wall. And he glanced at the door to find that someone was standing in it, the door cracked slightly and the person watching him with wide eyes. Carlos. He paused, face heating with embarrassment and quickly began to tuck himself in.
"W-What are you doing here? Get out! Get out!" Kendall shouted and Carlos continued to stare, though looking at Kendall with a sort of fear than of a curiosity that only made Kendall grow more angry. He stood up straight, storming over there and grabbing Carlos roughly. The android didn't try to fight, letting himself be dragged inside the small space and be thrown up against the wall with Kendall glaring down at the frightened face. He wanted to hurt Carlos, he wanted some sort of outlet to let all his anger, his frustration, everything. How was he going to do it? Was he going to throw him against the wall until he saw those wires begin to show? Or maybe squeeze his shoulders tighter until he heard the joints break, Carlos felt like he was more weakly built. For what, to give off the illusion of fragility? Hah, stupid move for Stetson.
Kendall felt his hands tightening, arousal returning with an even darker intent. Carlos couldn't feel pain, maybe. Of course he couldn't, he's a robot. They can't feel pain and they won't cry. Carlos wouldn't scream or cry if Kendall decided to let his frustration out a different way. If he were to hurl the android to the ground, strike him, beat him, ripping off that uniform that the android flaunted about in, rape him. . .
He's not even a human, he wouldn't feel a thing.
Kendall's hold on Carlos tightened more, Kendall feeling adrenaline pumping through his veins and anger flaring in his heart. He pulled Carlos forward and then threw the android back into the wall, feeling satisfaction and cruel smile coming over his lips with a desire to do it again. He pulled Carlos forward and then hurled the android into the wall beside the computer desk, smile growing even bigger. He was going to do it, his mind was taken over by the hate and the lust and a hand gripped roughly at the front of the shorts ready to rip them off but then stopped as he heard a whimper.
"Please. . .don't. . .no more," Carlos pleaded and Kendall looked at the android's face, fearful and eyes dark. The lips continued to mumble helpless protests even when Kendall slowly withdrew his hand and stared at the android with a confused look. He watched Carlos closely before his hand slid over Carlos' cheek and to the back of his head, feeling for a wire. His fingers brushed against something coarse and Kendall tugged, a black USB cord in his grasp. Kendall then glanced at the computer that was sitting on the desk, shaking the mouse to find that someone left it on. Must have been Jenny again, surfing on the Internet when she was supposed to be tending to the customers. He hooked the computer up to Carlos, the android's eyes closing shut as a pop up appeared on the monitor to see just what was going through the android's hardware.
Kendall didn't want to say he was an expert on these things because he hated them. But he didn't have a choice, he needed to know how Logan was supposed to work, how he was supposed to interact, how he was supposed to be like the Logan that he lost. When Stetson sent Logan home with Kendall that day, Kendall watched Logan's memories. Which began the eventual hate of the android in the first place. They were fake, they were fabricated memories someone told Stetson. Logan's first painting, Logan's 18th birthday, Logan's first meeting with Kendall. He felt angry every time he watched those clips, angry and sad on how much he missed him. And Kendall hated that whenever he was feeling lonely, he hooked Logan up to the TV so he could watch those funny memories on how Logan and him finger painted, how Logan and him went fishing and Logan caught the largest one out of the pair, how Logan and him went to the mountains to lie in the snow and make snow angels. It always made him laugh when he watched the memories.
Before he eventually curled up on the couch and cried himself to sleep.
Now, as Kendall sifted through Carlos' memory drive, he only saw a select amount of files. Surely the people that Carlos was intended for would have told Stetson everything about their. . .their son. Kendall didn't know that much information on the other subjects that were associated with the project, just hoped they didn't know much about him either. Kendall saw one file that was currently highlighted in black, the curiosity overwhelming and he clicked on the file as another window popped open and video played.
Kendall saw that Carlos was in some sort of room, the memory of course in Carlos' perspective and the android gently petting a lab mouse. Kendall remembered those, Stetson was using them to see how obedience worked and could be enforced for the Mirrors. He watched the nimble tan fingers gently pet and rub the mouse, only for Kendall to realize with slight horror that the animal wasn't even alive. Yet, Carlos continued to scratch the back gently and rub the top of the mouse's head, a door opening and the view shifting to see three lab assistants stumble in laughing loudly. Kendall remembered them as well by their voices, young and ignorant and possibly only there to get some cash. Though there was one thing that was rather unsettling to him, the fact that the three men didn't have a face.
. . .Why wasn't Carlos registering their faces?
His eyes glanced over to the android, Carlos looking as if he was sleeping soundly as his attention drew back to the computer screen at another loud laugh.
"Hello," Kendall heard Carlos' voice say sweetly and the lab assistants laughed again.
"Look here! It's that little android Boss keeps fooling around with!" one of them laughed, Kendall now knowing that they must all be drunk. One of them stumbled closely to Carlos to look down at what the android was holding in his hand. "Hey! What are you playing with that dead mouse for?"
". . .Dead?"
"He's a stupid one, ain't he?" one of them snorted and all three ended up laughing. The one closest to Carlos snatched the mouse out of the android's hands, dangling the creature by its tail.
"Dead. As in, not alive," he replied and Kendall was finding himself growing disgusted at the display, eyes widening when the man turned and hurled the rodent across the room as if it was a ball. Kendall heard a gasp and saw that Carlos was scooting back, most likely with fear as the faceless figures began to approach him in a staggered walk.
"Aw, he's scared. Hey, why you scared of us? We helped made you. In fact, you should be worshiping us," one of them haughtily said and Carlos shook his head.
"No. . .Father made me-"
"Father?"
"That's what it calls Stetson," one replied, almost sounding annoyed and one stepped closer.
"Bastard must have some daddy fetish. Well, we helped made you too, how come you don't call me Daddy, huh?"
"Probably would say it in that cute little voice of his too. Come on, call me Daddy too," another one said, the three getting closer and closer and Carlos not having any more room to back up as they surrounded him. Kendall felt his heart racing as the closest one lunged onto Carlos, the android shouting out in surprise and the other two moving into vision and looming over the android.
"Look at him, he's so cute. No wonder Stetson wants to keep him as his little sex toy. . .hey, did he ever try out that feature?"
"No. . .but I want to do a 'test run'," one of them replied, shedding his lab coat and trying to undo his belt buckle while the other two faceless figures began to paw at Carlos, grab at the android as Carlos twisted and turned.
"Please don't! Father said 'no one can touch me there'-"
"Well 'Father' ain't here. You'll be calling all of us Daddy real soon," the nude man said, looming over Carlos and hoisting tan and bare legs up high in the air while the other two were close by his side, palming at the front of their slacks. And Kendall didn't need to see their faces, he knew they were probably having a sick satisfaction watching this all unfold.
Then the man thrust his hips forward.
And a pained scream came through the speakers as one of the assistant's hands shot to the back of Carlos' head and the screen went black.
Kendall sat there in shock and disgust and horror, almost feeling like he had to vomit over what kind of treatment Carlos endured. The memory moved to the next one, this time seeing that cold and cruel expression of Jett Stetson appearing on the computer screen looking down at Carlos.
"Beta, are you awaking? Beta?"
"Father. . .Father those things. . .those things, they touched me. They touched and they-"
"I know, Beta. I saw on camera what those disgusting people done. Their contract here has been terminated, you won't see them ever again," Stetson replied, though not looking comforting at all. Instead, he was looking at Carlos with a disgusted expression, like he was angry that Carlos was defiled by his assistants and not by him. He leaned forward, a hand sliding down Carlos' bare thighs and Stetson shook his head. "What a shame that this beautiful body was in the hands of such violent people. . .that's why I'm the only one allowed to touch you, Beta. I'm the only one that can make what they did to you feel good. . .would you like me to show you?"
Kendall hung his jaw in shock, the android was just raped by three assistants of his and now he just wants to have sex with Carlos? Kendall watched as Stetson's hand began to gently push Carlos down but Kendall began to hear screaming from the computer again.
"Please! No! Don't! Please! Stop!" Carlos cried and Stetson frowned.
"Must have messed up your programming. . .associating me with them. . ." Stetson mumbled and hand going to the back of Carlos' head.
"Please don't Father! I'll be good, please don't do it to me!" Carlos cried and the screen went blank once more. Kendall didn't want to see anymore, he exited out of the memory and closed the screen, disconnecting Carlos from the computer and the android's eyes fluttering back open. Kendall rubbed his forehead, heart racing at what he saw. It was. . .he felt sick to his stomach. Those monsters, he knew this whole entire project was bad. Corrupted, everything was sick and horrible. Kendall let out a shaky sigh and saw Carlos move down and crouch beside him, resting his head on Kendall's knee and face looking confused.
". . .I was good. . .I did everything Father told me to. . .why did those things hurt me?. . .Why did Kendall try to hurt me?" Carlos whispered and Kendall looked down, guilt washing over his face.
"Carlos. . ." Kendall began but a knocking on the door shook the two out of their silence. "W-Who is it?"
"It's James," he heard the voice and Kendall gulped, getting Carlos up onto his feet as the door opened and James stepped inside. The brunette glanced between the two, eyebrow raised and turning to look at Kendall, "What's going on in here?"
"James!" Carlos chirped, rushing over and hugging the brunette. James was blushing, though rolling his eyes and trying to play it off.
"Y-Yeah, nice to see you too," James muttered and looked back at Kendall, "I'm taking him home early. That's not a problem, is it?"
"No, it's fine. Take him," Kendall said, monotone and slow and James stared at Kendall, confused.
"Did something happen?" James asked Carlos more than Kendall and the android turned to look over his shoulder at Kendall. Kendall watched those big brown orbs that seen a lot of abuse, abuse that from the likes of things he barely is programmed to remember unless something triggered it. Carlos turned to face James again, reaching forward and taking James' hand.
"Nothing happened. I had fun at work!" Carlos chirped again and Kendall felt like someone just kicked him in the stomach. James watched the cheerful android before rolling his eyes.
"Whatever you say. Well, see you later, Kendall," James replied, gently tugging Carlos out of the room.
"Bye-bye, Kendall!" Carlos said and smiled, then looking at Kendall with an almost accepting look. Like. . .like it was alright and Kendall was forgiven. Yet, Kendall felt sick to his stomach and told Jenny that she was going to close up again tonight, he couldn't stay there any longer. He got into his car, pulling out onto the street and drove home, his mind only on what he saw. What he tried to do. He got to the townhome, pulled into the driveway and got out of the car to walk briskly to the door and didn't plan on stopping once he got inside.
As soon as Kendall stepped in and closed the door behind him, he saw Logan looking at him with surprise, the table decorated nicely and cookies along with the smell of a hearty meal cooking in the kitchen.
"You're home early," Logan said, surprised and slightly wary and Kendall stared at the android.
"What are you doing?"
"I was. . .I was going to surprise you with dinner. It's you favorite, minestrone and mashed potatoes. And some cookies and ice cream for dessert," Logan said with a weak smile that Kendall couldn't help but grow annoyed at. His Logan always made him that soup and the way that the android made it. . .it was missing something. It just wasn't the same and it was starting to make Kendall grow irritated.
But then he remembered Carlos, how those assistants treated him, how Stetson treated him.
And wondered if Logan was treated the same way.
Was Logan raped? Sexually abused? And it wasn't like Carlos was going to James' home to be beaten and yelled at like Logan was with Kendall. Kendall. . .Kendall was just as bad as they were.
And he let out a strangled sob.
He felt hands trying to stop the flow of tears on his cheeks but Kendall didn't want to look at Logan right now, he felt absolutely disgusting.
"Kendall? K-Kendall, I'm sorry. I'm sorry for doing this, I-I didn't mean-"
"I almost raped Carlos," Kendall confessed and Logan stopped touching Kendall's cheeks, the android stepping back warily.
"What?"
"I. . .I just got so angry and he was there. . .I almost raped him but then he must have crashed and I went to look at his memory database and. . .I saw he was raped by some of Stetson's assistants," Kendall said, his breath coming out short and quick and Logan's eyes looked over the blond in concern, "And then. . .Stetson. . .he didn't care. He was just angry that he didn't get Carlos first and he was trying to force himself on him and. . .god, you two were treated horribly. . .why weren't you-"
"They erased any bad memories I had. . .I don't know if I was beaten or sexually abused. . .I don't remember at all. . ."
"Those bastards. They. . .they could have. . .those bastards," Kendall hissed and Logan shuddered. "You. . .you never did anything wrong. . .neither of you did anything wrong and. . .I need to lie down."
"A-Aren't you going to have dinner?" Logan asked as Kendall began to walk away. Kendall paused before giving a slow shake of the head 'no' and continued to the bedroom to lie down on the bed. He honestly lost his appetite the moment he saw those memories of Carlos'. Carlos didn't do anything wrong and Kendall tried to hurt him. . .Logan never done anything wrong and Kendall always hurt him.
He wasn't better than any of them at all.