something told him to get up and chase, he staggered to his feet and took off after the other

He was not really paying attention to his surrounds. He was running on the instinct that told him to get away. He barely remembered how to get out of the storage rooms and he had lost much of his fine motor skills.

he ran blindly through the mess of the storage room, as they neared the end and the light drew near he finally caught up to the other and latched onto the belt of his pants. they both tumbled unto a graceless heap

Samuel tried to detatch Leslei from hiself immediatly. He wanted to get away now; away from the other and possibly away from this planet. Running outsife to die was suddenly looking very appitizing in a way it had not before. He could not believe he had grown complacent with a murderer.

the other struggled in his grip as he pulled the man towards him. the other quirmed as he attempted to free himself. leslie grabbed the man's shirt with hi free hand and yanked down the collar. he licked the hollow of the other's throat and latched on to his collarbone

"Stop!" He screamed. He did not want this despite what his body said.

he pulled away flinchingly, he blinked several times before replying huskily "why? you wanted this" he let go of the shirt and ran his hand down the man's stomach "you still want this, i want this" he whined "make up your mind"

"No, I don't want this." Samuel said. "I know I don't want this; not matter what my traitorous body says. It is your fault I am this way; aparently insolation went to my head!" He was shouting trying to get his point across.

*he fisted his hand and pounded it once on the floor by the man's head momentarily silencing him "you damned little liar, you have been pushing this for the last two days, i have turned you down time and again and only now have i submitted to your sick fetishes" he could feel his lust fading in the wake of his anger "you cannot push your own dementia onto me the moment it does not suit you" he let go of the other and stood up he ignored the ache of not finishing what he started but he was in no mood now to take the time for it he stared down hatefully at the other "this game is over"

"This game was of you own creation." Samuel spat. "You only made me think I wanted you; you only wished to use me, monster!" Something in Samuel had snapped, he was no longer the sane, slight rational person he had been before.

he said nothing then and simply stepped over the other, he escaped the storage rooms and headed for the elevator. he did not give a damn about the other and wanted to stew in his anger alone.

Samuel watched the other leave hate burning in his eyes. Then he gave a sigh, his hate had fked him and now he felt empty. He flopped backwards onto the floor and his eyes dropped. He was asleep, exasted and spent; with now only a wish to die.

two hours and sixteen minutes how long it took for him to begin to worry about the technician, he showered ate and ran diagnostics all without a thought for the other but now as he sat there on the floor reading his books he began to feel guilt, granted the other was certifiable but he too was at fault, he hadn't retrained himself when it really mattered and in doing so nearly did something very stupid. he put down his book and searched for the tranq stuff, he had to get the other back.

Samuel floated inbetween being asleep and being awake. He was aware time had passed but he was not sure how much. He did know that if he stayed here long enough that he would die. That sounded good so he did not move and simply allowed his mind to play tricks on him.

he felt sad to find the other where he had left him. he crouched down and tranq'ed the other heavily. he would clean the boy, and that is really all he could call the other, up and tie him down properly, he'd let the other feed himself though when he came too, waiting forty seconds he hefted the other over his shoulder. this was not going to be fun

The first thing Samuel noticed when he became fully conscious was that he was no longer on the floor in the storage room. He was rebound to the chair and Leslei was reading the infernal book again.

it took the other a few hours to come too and by then the large book was down to a handful of pages, he read down to the source catalog before asking his question "are you hungry?" he showed no emotion and kept his voice flat, the other would get nothing from him this time around

"No." Samuel replied in the same monotone he had been given. He was noy intrested in food or conversation right now.

he shrugged his shoulders, he knew the other had to be thirsty as hell by now and hungry too, he'd just wait. he picked up his second book, it looked interesting enough

Samuel watched the other pick up the next book. He was getting bored and quickly. He accessed his situation quickly; he was rebound to the chair and the other was ignoring him. He tested how his hands where bound and was surprised to find they were tied with normal rope. Where had the sip-ties gone?

he pretended not to notice as the other felt about his binding, he was not going to give the other another opportunity to damage himself and he sure as hell was not going to show preference

Even without the slip-ties the ropes were impossible to untie. He gave up trying quickly and tried to occupy himself. It was not working to well but Samuel refused to crack before the other did.

he did not laugh or chuckle or even smile, he was still too irritated at the other to remark on the odd faces he could see being made out of the corner of his eye

He knew he was really bored and screwed when he had to stop himself from humming. Obviously he had some brain cells knocked loose sometime between point A and point B. Right now Samuel really wished he had a nice solid object to bash his head into.

just to be vindictive he put down the book and stretched before retrieving it again and continuing to pretend-read

He glared at Leslie; he knew the other was taunting him. It was not his fault that he could not move right now! If fact he blamed it squarely on Leslie. That gave him something to do; he could imagine various gruesome ways for himself and/or Leslie to be killed; mostly, of course, focausing on Leslie.

quickly the other making faces grew boring and he went back to reading for real

When Samuel finally ran out of ways to kill Leslie he leaned back. THis caused him to relize he had been cleaned. And this cleaning had happened while he was asleep and unable to respond...right after he had ran out on Leslie. "Pervert!" He shouted only slight aware he had said that aloud. "Undressing me while I was knocked out."

he looked up lazily "you were filthy and you stank, it was necessary"

Samuel glared at Leslie, "And you could not have waited for me to awaken? Besides I only need to be in your company for a little while longer." Plus, he was not sure he trusted the other enough not to try any thing.

"no, i have no desire to watch you bathe" not true "no patience to see if you'd run" not true again "and a week is a hell of a long time to have to smell you" in truth it was easier to pretend he had no attraction for the other when the man was not moving around and he really did not want to smell the other for a week

"So you bathed me yourself?" Samuel asked sarcastically. "Because that is so much better." He was frustrated with Leslie; if the guy would just fucking kill him everything would be so much easier. Samuel would not have a murderer/pervert to worry about and Leslie would have no one to be perverted over and the UN could mine Mars.

he shrugged "i used to work with amputees and coma patients. i have found it's easier to take care of the unwilling when they are asleep" he did not mention the nightmares. "and either way you'll be happier clean than crusty and dirt-covered"

Samuel narrowed his eyes distructfully, "I'm not sure I will be." He idly wondered where Leslie had worked with amputees and coma victims. Leslie had shown knowledge in some medical arts; so maybe he had worked at a hospital or something similar at one time?

"then you are a fool for sure" he turned back to his book.

"Better a fool then a murderer." Samuel shot back. He did not actually believe himself a fool and he had to remind himself that the other was a murderer so he also did not believe the other to be a murderer. Not that this would ever be said.

how was it the man could get under his skin, he found himself answering angrily "there are more ways to murder than snapping necks, don't assume yourself to be innocent of death"

Samuel cracked a grin and gave a chuckle. "I never said I was but I can't be classified as a murderer. A murderer is a person who commits homicide or who performs unlawful premeditated killing of another human being. Neither of which I have done. Therefor my hands are clean in that metoforical sense."

he threw the book to the side and stood up "you have not caused homicide you have caused genocide" he towered over the man "your company has killed more of my family and friends than i could ever match in a lifetime!"

Samuel shook his head, "My company may have but all I am is a technician. I just build the damn towers and code them; if that happens to have caused someone's death I gotta say they have problems and should be checked for suicidal tendancies." He then looked Leslie in the eye, "And what makes you think you the only one effected by the stupid choices of the corperation I work for?" Then he droped his eyes only to raise them again; a perfect mask of calmness. "And for one who deals with death I find your claim hard to believe."