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Cold Hearts and Cyber Parts. [ blue ... 666 ]

Thorne isn't really surprised by Jadiel's impatience. That's part of what Nova does. But he's not about to let Jadiel get away with it. Shirt gone, thankfully not ripped - he liked that one - Thorne growls and firmly grips Jadiel's wrists in one hand. The other sinks into the hair at the back of the boy's head, pulling hard, pulling him backward, down onto the mattress again. He follows, mouth diving down to bite hard at the front of Jadiel's throat. Then he pulls back, teeth scraping skin, creating welts inside the bruising.

"I told you not to move. Or maybe I should cuff you to the bed?" Another growl, accompanied by a playful smirk to show he's not actually angry. Once again, Thorne presses Jadiel's hands into the bed above his head. He tilts his head, as though daring Jadiel to disobey again. As he releases the boy's wrists, Thorne's left arm snaps out sideways, something in the metal joints clicking loudly. Thorne's expression shifts from playful to pained, but it's gone just as quickly, the metal joints relaxing. Thorne rolls his wrist and elbow, then reaches over to the bedside table, pulling a bottle of lube from the drawer.

Thorne runs his right fingers along Jadiel's collarbone, down to his chest. He catches hold of the boy's left nipple piercing, tugging at it. Gently, but enough to elicit some small amount of pain, hoping to draw a whimper from the shorter man. His left hand places the lube within his reach, before sliding over his hip and down the back of his thigh. A moment later, his right hand moves down, doing the same on the other side, and his hands push Jadiel's thighs up and out, spreading his legs wide.
 
Pain greets Jadiel again, that sacred friend. It finds him in the scalp, his hair fisted and yanked. Teeth bury into the front of his throat like a bear trap and Jadiel nearly weeps. The sound is hot from his throat, a whine straight from a pornography with none of the cheapness. But he is crying like Thorne paid for it. He's quite the little squealer when pushed the right way. Jadiel's hips punch firmly into Thorne, his cock slapping the larger man in the stomach and smearing arousal on him. Jadiel thinks he's seeing stars.

"Go ahead," Jadiel pants, bumping his nose just as playfully into Thorne's. His arms aren't fighting the man's grip, not yet. He might wait for another opening before kicking up.
Thorne's malfunction has Jadiel's lip pursing, just for a moment. It doesn't dampen the mood, not terribly, just Jadiel makes a promise to himself; in the morning, he's checking out that arm. He watches as Thorne composes himself, much faster than a weaker man would. Then, he descends. Thorne has Jadiel under his thumb, twisting and pulling and discovering all the little places to touch that have his cock leaking. He mewls again when Thorne pulls at his nipple rings, a shiver rubbing visibly down his body. Figures he got those done; they make it easier to pull on him. Jadiel's teeth are chattering slightly as he turns his head and sees the lube. His eyes light up just in time for Thorne to help him along by spreading his legs.

"You gonna watch?" Jadiel snorts, as if that isn't obvious. Of course, he would love nothing but. Thorne's attention all over him is something that Jadiel could get used to.
He lifts his legs with Thorne's hands, almost lazily. His left arm comes down and hooks beneath his knee, stretching himself open. His rim is displayed now, the cute pinkness of his taint and the rosy hole beneath it. Jadiel finesses the lubricant open with his free right hand and pours himself a generous amount, warming it in his fingers.
He's slow at first. Jadiel's wet fingers circle his asshole slowly, his eyes shut and his lips open in breathy whimpers. He prods at himself like he's testing the waters but he's all too familiar with fucking himself open for an audience. Jadiel's eyes open, just barely, and he looks to Thorne.

"Fuck, papi, i want your cock so bad," Jadiel murmurs, his voice punching up an octave as he slips a finger inside. Jadiel's hips shake as he fingers himself deeper, biting his lower lip. His face turns to the side, like he's too embarrassed to look anymore. Jadiel simpers noisily, easing his finger in and out, every stretch of his rim dizzying him. It's not long before Jadiel pushes a second finger inside, a whining moan escaping him. Excess lubricant dribbles down his ass, leaving him glistening.
 
While it wasn't quite what Thorne was going for, he won't say no to a show. So he sits back on his heels, eyes watching every motion. His mind is whirring, absorbing the information that pain makes Jadiel really cry out. That's a good mental note to set aside. The whimpers regain Thorne's active attention, as does Jadiel's begging voice. Another smirk pulls up Thorne's lips as he reaches back to deftly unlace his shoes, pushing them off, followed by working his socks down.

Keeping in mind that Jadiel had said go ahead to cuffing him to the bed, Thorne pulls his belt from his jeans in a single smooth motion. Yet again, he catches Jadiel's wrists yet again pulling them above his head. But this time, he winds the belt tight around them, in such a way that the harder Jadiel pulls, the tighter the leather gets. Then he threads it through the steels bars of the bedframe, creating a looped knot not easily undone.

Thorne moves closer, using his own thighs to keep Jadiel's spread wide. He adds lube to his right fingers, and starts with two inside the boy. Larger hands means longer fingers, and Thorne can reach deeper than Jadiel can with his own fingers. However, only a couple of motions before he's adding a third digit, stretching the boy. Those fingers rub and stroke at Jadiel's insides, curling within him, clearly searching for that special little bundle of nerves. Thorne may not say much, but the expression on his face shows he's greatly enjoying all the little sounds Jadiel is making.
 
"Hey-!" Jadiel had basically been fingering himself into la-la-land when Thorne nabbed his wrists so fast he barely felt his fingers snap out of his body. He grunts and puts up quite the struggle when Thorne binds him, but he's far too puny and Thorne is far too fast. Jadiel tries to get his hands out when the leather bites into him and he shifts, throwing Thorne a dirty look though he's clearly quite amused. Thorne is good at this, something Jadiel is tickled by. He loves being both tied up and tied down, so disobedience is something he'll have to practice often.

"Oh fu-u-uck -" Jadiel lets out a broken moan when Thorne's fingers ease inside, bigger and longer than his own. His hips grind down into them, his arms pulled about as taut as they can get. It pulls him thinner, displaying the subtle curves of his body and the small muscles under his skin. His face is turned into his bicep, his teeth bared as he whimpers. His cries are growing a bit louder and when Thorne's three fingers grind over his prostate, he loses it.

"Fuck papi-! R-Right there, pleasepleaseplease !" Jadiel is practically babbling, his thighs squeezing down against Thorne's own. He's almost arching himself off the bed, eyes squeezed shut with tears pricking in the corners of them. He's likely to come, just from this; cock untouched, asshole trying to milk Thorne's fingers for dear life. His eyes open, just enough to see Thorne and beg for him. They're starry with want, black pupils blown out of his head. Even if the Nova is wearing off by Thorne's judgement, Jadiel is still ready to explode. He's so hard it hurts, cock incessantly weeping precome into his light pubic hair.
 
The begging is certainly entertaining. As he continues stroking and massaging Jadiel's prostate, Thorne removes his phone from his pocket, leaning to set in on the nightstand. Better here than it falling to the floor and breaking, seeing as he doesn't have a case of any kind on it. A quick glance at the time shows he's still got a little over an hour before the Nova wears off. Good, even if Jadiel cums, he'll still be hard for a while.

Thorne returns his attention to Jadiel, metal hand gripping one thigh and pushing it wide again. Thorne has every intention of making Jadiel cum hands free, so he doesn't give the shorter man's cock any attention. But his metal fingers do knead the flesh of the boy's thigh. "Mm, need to have you good and ready for what's to come." Thorne's voice is deeper, tinged with lust. Gone is the smooth, charming voice. This deep, rough voice demands obedience, and threatens punishment.
 
Jadiel thinks he could come from Thorne just speaking to him. The gentleman in the bar doesn't exist anymore; Thorne is brutal and demands obedience, a good little fuck toy for his bed. Jadiel would hardly describe himself as good, but if Thorne will touch him like this when he behaviors, he'd lick his theoretical boots.

"Shit, fuck I'm gonna come, I'm gonna come!" Jadiel sobs noisily and with a suddenly loud cry, he does. His cock spasms hard as it all but explodes over his stomach, thick ribbons of arousal painting around his navel, up to his chest. He almost comes to his throat. Jadiel is a quick, heavy shot. His hips punch helplessly against Thorne's grip as he orgasms, though obviously he doesn't get very far. The belt digs into his wrists but he wouldn't give a shit if he could even notice. Jadiel cries so sweetly as he comes, face hidden in his arm and his drooling mouth open to let free those cries that amuse Thorne so much. He rides the high even when the stimulation is too much, the waves of it making it hard for him to catch his breath. It's hardly enough; Jadiel already wants to come more. There's still pressure in his gut and between his legs, like he's on the verge of coming even though he just has, and still hasn't really stopped.
 
Perfect.

That's how Thorne describes Jadiel's reactions. To the Nova, to his touch, his voice. A needy little thing just waiting to be put in his place. This might be easier than Thorne thought, holding Jadiel captive until he rebuilds him a new arm. Thorne needs a new one, and refuses to get a low quality one, but all the best are too expensive even for him.

When Jadiel cums, Thorne follows the movement of his body, continuing to rub his prostate, driving him long through that orgasm. The cries are beautiful to hear, and Thorne's cock throbs. High on lust from the Nova, and dopamine from the orgasm, the further stretching needed won't put the boy off.

Thorne removes his fingers, leaving Jadiel teetering in his post-orgasm haze. He finally deals with his own jeans, uttering a sigh of relief as he frees his cock. The denim is kicked aside, and Thorne picks up the bottle of lube, kneeling there in plain view for Jadiel to see what awaits him. Thorne is thick as well, though not quite as much as Jadiel. However, his length more than makes up for it. A hefty ten inches, enough to make most partners backtrack and withdraw their willingness to bottom, and circumcised. The heaviness of his cock means it lays against Jadiel's thigh, rather than standing upright despite being fully hard.
 
Blissful in the throes of orgasm, Jadiel has a few moments to catch his breath. He does so with chest heaving, eyes stoned on arousal and looking mostly content. He doesn't know that the Nova is keeping him hard, lost in lustful adrenaline and basically ready to fuck until his pulse gives out. When he glances down, he's met with the sight he's been dreaming about all night. Thorne is doing away with the last of his clothes and he licks his lips without realizing, sitting up slightly as he catches his second wind.

That wind, however, fizzles into a nervous spring breeze when he sees what Thorne is packing.
"Que carajo?" Jadiel mumbles. He's questioning, what the fuck. His eyes dart to Thorne's face, his threatening cock, and back to his face again. Jadiel has no idea how all of that is going to fit into him. Jadiel is a lot of things, but he's not a quitter. He feels Thorne's cock pulsing against his thigh and Jadiel nods a bit, squirming at the belt.

"I can handle it," Jadiel says, not entirely sure if he's promising himself or Thorne. He looks up to the belt binding his wrists and debates flipping over, but he's not sure if there's enough wiggle room in the leather. He trashes the idea, deciding his far more interested in finding out what Thorne looks like when he pumps him full with come.
"You want a condom?" Jadiel asks, aware that he isn't exactly the one to offer; but he'll let know he's not bothered if Thorne chooses to wear one. Jadiel prefers to rawdog it, but beggars can't be choosers, and Jadiel's done quite a bit of begging tonight; no need to change his story now.
 
Thorne can see the sudden nervousness, and he has no intention of letting Jadiel back out now. He can hear the trepidation and hesitation in the boy's voice, can see it in his face. The mention of a condom makes Thorne chuckle, but no real answer is given. Thorne drips lube along his cock, fingers spreading it evenly, and adds more to Jadiel's hole. His metal hand grips the back of one of the boy's thighs, while his right hand grasps his own cock to line it up.

Thorne presses forward, slowly, easing his cock into Jadiel's stretched, but somehow still tight hole. Inch by inch, he sinks deeper. No pausing, just gradually burying his cock in his nervous, willing prey. After the first six inches, his size makes Jadiel's abdomen bulge visibly. Thorne, previously holding back sounds, groans as he sinks further still, determined to fully impale Jadiel on his ten inches. Finally his base presses to Jadiel's body, presses hard, as he leans his weight into the boy. "Fuck, so much fun to fuck the short ones and see the shape of my cock from the outside."
 
Thorne is amused by Jadiel's question, which must be a good thing, but he doesn't offer anything verbal other than his short chuckle. Jadiel rolls his eyes as Thorne reaches down, slicking up his bare cock. Kid should have figured; Thorne doesn't exactly seem the type. He steadies himself beneath the older man, bracing himself as much as he can while forcing his body to relax. Jadiel could put money on the fact that he's never taken anyone - or anything - this big. Thorne bumps against his rim and Jadiel swallows.

He feels every single centimeter, every vein and bump in Thorne's heavy cock. Jadiel's initial moan turns into kitten-like whimpering, his body arching as Thorne pushes his way inside. There's no hesitation to his action, no time for Jadiel to pace himself and adjust a little bit at a time. He can hardly breathe, mewling as Thorne stretches him almost beyond the limitations of his body. Almost. Somehow, Jadiel takes it. Every single inch.
"W-What the ffffuck- what the fuck-" Jadiel is babbling again, cursing as he looks down and see where Thorne is about to burst out of him. It looks like he has some kind of growth. The firm bump inside of him is Thorne's cock. Jadiel knows this, of course, but seeing it is making his head spin. Through the initial shock, it's perhaps the most arousing thing he's ever seen in his entire life. He's so, so fucking full that he can see it. Jadiel's groaning has gone up in pitch, whiney again as Thorne comments on how little Jadiel is; among others. He didn't even know this was a thing. Figures Thorne likes him; he's short, which is apparently his type.

"Jesus Christ, papi, you feel so good-" It's making Jadiel feels overly stuffed, but it's still incredible. He gives a tentative roll of his hips and squeals at the feeling of Thorne moving inside of him, even that little bit. He's so big that every subtle buck has him pushing against Jadiel's prostate, bullying him with sensation. Jadiel takes weak sips of breath, struggling to even think.
"You like my little ass?" Jadiel teases, a smirk ghosting at his breathless mouth. Jadiel's got a fat ass in actuality, but compared to Thorne, almost everything about him is so tiny.
 
Thorne briefly contemplates giving Jadiel a moment to process, to adjust, more than just staring at his own body and the little motions he makes. But his own impatience wins out. He rolls his hips tightly, pushing harder into Jadiel, creating pressure. Then he's moving, half out, then all the way back in. Not slow, but not fast. And definitely not gentle. Each forward motion, while steady, is a hard push, leaning into each thrust. One could equate the speed to a four-beat bar of rhythm seen in most musical scores.

Not needing to keep guiding his cock, Thorne grips Jadiel's hips hard in his hands, fingers digging into skin. No doubt there'd be bruises there in the morning. The steady smack of skin on skin is accompanied by low groans and grunts from Thorne. He's still smirking, rocking Jadiel against the bed with every inward movement of his cock.
 
Beneath Thorne, Jadiel is little more than a hole for the other man to fuck. He's larger, stronger. He degrades Jadiel with every thrust, not allowing him a second of reprieve. And Jadiel fucking loves it. He relishes in the debasement, how Thorne seems to care so little for the fact that Jadiel can barely catch his breath. The pressure of Thorne's fingers denting his hips hurts so beautifully. He can't wait to see the marks tomorrow, how they'll match the necklace of bites that drapes all the way down to his shoulders.

Every punishing thrust makes Jadiel think his organs are being rearranged. He's moaning like the bitch in heat that he is; nothing he can do but take it, over and over, as much as Thorne wants. He's lucky the older man is holding him down for the strength of his thrusts would certainly fuck Jadiel right off the bed. He's almost too hard, the perfect balance of pleasure and pain.
Jadiel sobs under Thorne, tears in his eyes again, but he's still so hard. It doesn't seem like Thorne is going to offer him any relief there, clearly not that he needs it. Jadiel didn't know he could come so hard untouched, but he's learning all sorts of fun things about himself tonight.
"Please, please, fuck!" Jadiel doesn't know what he's begging for, or why. He's got everything he wants right now and more. It only feels right to beg, to humiliate himself with his slut mouth. His head is tucked down some, towards his chest, but he's looking at Thorne as the man fucks him raw. That cruel smile, the darkness in his eyes. Jadiel is as lost as he is obsessed with it.
 
Every sounds Jadiel makes sends shivers along Thorne's spine. Delicious sounds, music to his ears. And the tight hug of the boy's body around his cock - perfect. It's definitely the cherry on top in terms of the successful kidnapping of this cyber tech engineer. Thorne will definitely be indulging in Jadiel's body again in the future. It's not very often he actually gets to go all out, fucking some boy the way he wants to, instead of being asked to be gentle.

Thorne groans, cock throbbing. His stamina is incredible, it's been nearly ten minutes. Which may not seem overly long, but with a cock of this size sunk into a still tight hole of a much smaller body, every movement pushes him closer to the edge. The approach starts to be noticed as his rhythm speeds up, thrusts getting shorter, not pulling back as far. The begging spurs him on, makes Thorne buck harder. He's chasing the rising tingles in his spine, and the heat pooling in his groin.

When Thorne cums, he slams his hips forward, growling. His cock sinks deep, pressing hard inside Jadiel. Thorne's hips roll and grind tightly against the boy as he hits his orgasm, spilling thick, hot spurts of his seed into Jadiel. It's a larger load than the average male, but with his cock fit so tight, there's no space for any to leak out. So that bulge of his erection pushing out Jadiel's abdomen seems to swell and get bigger. Thorne groans, hips pressed hard as he leans his weight against Jadiel, further increasing the internal pressure.
 
When Jadiel begs, Thorne delivers in spades. His hips are a merciless piston, fucking Jadiel down into the sheets so that the mattress may memorize the indents of his body, the weight of his ass and the curve of his spine. His wrists are wrung too tight, a wonderful pressure that bites into his restrained flesh. Come morning, Jadiel is sure to wear their fucking all over his body; a series of bruises and marks, turning his pretty flesh a mottled purple and red.

Jadiel receives every ounce of Thorne's release, the girth of his cock plugging Jadiel up fully. It bulges his little tummy, makes him look knocked up or something impossible. He almost sobs when he sees it, the expanse of his gut. It's Thorne's cock, his seed. Jadiel is so full it's altered his body, raw proof of the heavy fullness inside of him. He didn't even know that was possible, and there it is. It turns him on so much he can't even see straight.

The mechanic sucks for breath, his lungs stretching where there is no room left in his body. He's lightheaded, drunk on Thorne's cock as it gushes inside of him. Jadiel looks up to Thorne, mouth slack and drooling into the stubble on his jaw. Their bodies are almost locked together, Thorne pressing into Jadiel's hips like he wants to break them.
"Jesus, fuck-" Jadiel only babbles, talkative during sex though he's hardly saying anything of value. His legs are shaking as they remain coiled around Thorne's lower back, his tiny body bent in on itself as the older man has so demanded it. They're lucky the boy is so flexible, otherwise perhaps something would have snapped. He licks his lips, flicks his head to get his sweat-slick curls out of his eyes. The edges of his glasses are fogged up from their joint panting.

"Look what you did to my gut," Jadiel breathes, and there's laughter on the tail of his voice. He's unbelieving still, but part of it tickles him in the way it surprises him. "Fuck, papi, I feel like I'm gonna explode." He shifts his hips and whimpers sweetly at the pull, Thorne's cock stretching his abused rim. He's going to be fucking limping tomorrow and Jadiel will be both thrilled and humiliated with every step.
 
Thorne chuckles again, staring down at the smaller male beneath him. He could get used to fucking this boy; every sound had made his cock throb, and his body fits around Thorne’s cock so nicely. Thorne shifts his weight to his left hand, right hand moving to run his palm across Jadiel’s abdomen, tracing the swell. “It’s so tempting to flip you over and go another round, but I doubt your body will take it. You’re shaking, and you’re likely to pass out soon.” From experience using it on others, Thorne knows the Nova leaves the user exhausted after the effects wear off.

Thorne grinds forward again as he leans down to bite Jadiel’s lower lip. He doesn’t let the younger man kiss him though, pulling back as his teeth tug and scrape Jadiel’s lip. He pulls away, cock withdrawing from the boy’s body. Thorne leaves Jadiel tied to the headboard as he walks away to the joined bathroom. He returns with a towel and wet washcloth. His cybernetic left arm lifts Jadiel’s hips, placing the towel beneath him, then his right hand presses on his abdomen in a gentle downward sweeping motion; the outside pressure encourages the sticky remains of their fucking to drip out of Jadiel’s body.

Thorne wipes Jadiel down, cleaning him up. Then he slides fingers into the boy’s ass without much warning. Those fingers curl inside, scooping and dragging more sticky essence out. “Don’t want you soiling the bed too badly.” Thorne smirks, looking up toward Jadiel’s face. “You’re going to stay the night. No doubt you can barely walk right now.”
 
The idea of going for a round two has Jadiel's eyes visibly widening behind his foggy glasses. Thankfully, Thorne is able to spare him some mercy. He sighs in clear relief and relaxes, though he picks right back up again when the man bites his mouth. Jadiel whimpers sweetly, a sharp noise that squeaks right out of him as Thorne bruises his already kiss-swollen lips. He's sure a lot of different parts of his body are swollen right now. The tech swallows thickly, licking his lips and watching Thorne vanish for a moment.

"What, you gonna' keep me tied up all night anyway?"Jadiel calls, a tired smirk on his face. He doubts it, though the fact that Thorne hasn't released him has him curious. They're done fucking, but clearly Thorne likes to have some kind of power over his prey at any chance he can get. Jadiel is still a willing corpse, so he doesn't mind the feeling of helplessness. Thorne is likely soon to discover that Jadiel all but basks in it.

"You don't- O-oohwhatthefuck- What the f-f-uuck-" Jadiel is about to offer to clean himself up when Thorne does the job for him with a particular kind of care. His hand is carefully firm as he massages down on the lump in Jadiel's belly, pressing the come from his cunt. Jadiel feels every single oozing, gooey drop as it slides out of him and it's probably the most embarrassing feeling he's ever felt in his life. More than that, it feels bizarre in the best way. It's so intimate. Jadiel groans through his teeth, his back arching as his body seeps.
"Th-That's good, dude, that's- Fuck!" Jadiel's keening again as Thorne's fingers finish the job, cleaning him out of arousal and leaving him squeaky clean. Jadiel looks like he has a bad sunburn from how red his face is, his eyes nearly tearing up.

"I could walk," Jadiel rasps, and the laughter to his voice makes it clear he knows he's lying. His legs are still shaking, and exhaustion is pulling at every limb like a wool blanket, heavy and soaked. The tech breathes shakily, his cock twitching as it lies across his belly.
"Don't tell me you're gonna sleep on the couch." Briefly, Jadiel's voice is closer to Thorne than a one night stand. If Thorne is making sure he doesn't leave the bed sticky, Jadiel is probably sleeping here. However, he hopes Thorne won't make him sleep alone. It wouldn't really irk him, but he would prefer the opposite. They don't have to snuggle like lovers, but Jadiel wouldn't mind continuing their intimacy; perhaps now, just to a different tune. Something more gentle, just for sleep.
 
“You’d be crawling before you reach the bedroom door.” Thorne snorts as he pulls the towel out from beneath Jadiel’s hips, balling it up with the washcloth and tossing it toward the bathrrom door. Then he kneels on the bed, finally untying the boy’s wrists from the belt. That also gets tossed to the floor, and the sheets and blankets pulled back, before Thorne stretches out on his back to Jadiel’s left side. This puts his cybernetic arm away from Jadiel. In almost perfect timing, he sucks in a sharp breath as his arm smacks down hard on the mattress. Thorne is thankful Jadiel is on his right side; that uncontrolled motion likely would have done more than just bruise.

”Relax, you’re not at risk of being thrown out in the middle of the night.” Thorne leaves his cybernetic arm stretched out to his left, and folds his right arm so his hand is tucked beneath the pillow under his head. He closes his eyes as the pain from this most recent arm shortcircuit fades. He’s thankful it didn’t act up during sex, as he’d hate for his unknowingly captured mechanic to sustain an injury already.
 
When freed, Jadiel scoots into a sitting position, reconsiders the state of his ass, and ends up mostly curled on his side. He rubs at his wrists, somewhat conceited about the bruising staining his dark skin. The only word Jadiel can use to describe it is cute, which is almost certainly not the right word to describe marks on his body from sex, but it's all he can come up with. He's yawning when Thorne comes back into the bed with him, and he's about to test the waters of scooting closer when Thorne's arm glitches.

Jadiel is silent for some moments, gaze hard on Thorne's arm. Scrutinizing. He looks different when he thinks, like his face wasn't built to look so serious and yet there it is.
"Do you get swollen sometimes where it connects? Right there, at the top bolt." Jadiel nods his head to where the cybernetics have been grafted into Thorne's skin. "It's faulty there. Obviously I can't tell what's fucked up 'cause I can't see everything, but something's definitely messed up in there. It might not be exactly what contributes to the short circuits, but it definitely isn't helping. And your middle finger doesn't have as much dexterity as the others do. It should be able to bend, like, all the way back if you force it. But you don't move it as much as the others."

Jadiel glances up to Thorne's face, his eyes softening somewhat.
"I mean, I'm just guessing from what I can see, I guess. Uhh, I'm a tech. I work with people who, uhh- I dunno. Maybe or maybe not acquired their parts through less than legal means, sometimes?" Jadiel looks sheepish as he rolls his eyes. "Whatever! I'm just saying, if you wanted I could pop you open sometime, or recommend you someone else if you wanted. Get a second opinion." Of course, Thorne is already keen to the fact that Jadiel is a black market dealer. Jadiel is just admitting to it now like a very naughty secret.
"But all your stuff is custom built, right? That gets expensive fast, but uhh- I'm sure you can afford it." Jadiel snickers in a way that is teasing, but good natured. "You'd need a good tech. Like, I'm not sucking my own dick, but I can help you out, maybe?" Jadiel shrugs sort of foolishly.
 
Thorne opens one eye to stare at Jadiel as he speaks, listening to him list off possibilities, and observations. Then Jadiel starts talking about his work, and Thorne remains silent. Of course he knows about all this, but he’s not going to let that on yet. He’s content to let the younger man think it’s just coincidental that a man with a breaking down arm just happened to pick up a black market cybernetic tech.

When Jadiel stops talking, Thorne closes his eye again, sighing. “You’re very observant. No, I don’t get swelling, but the electrical shocks I get to the nerves certainly aren’t comfortable. The uncotrolled movements are worse. Things get broken all the time. My arm is no different. Yes, I don’t have the same dexerity in the middle finger as the others, and the thumb sometimes gets stuck folded in. As for getting you to look at the arm, we can talk about that in the morning.”

Thorne unfolds his right arm, moving it beneath Jadiel’s shoulders and pulling him closer. “Go to sleep.”
 
As Thorne lists off other conditions of his arm, Jadiel can't help but stockpile them away. Even if Thorne outright told him no, the mechanic would keep pushing and wondering. It's simply in his nature, to tinker and to be curious. He's thinking again as Thorne speaks, mind rotating through all the tools he would need to bring, the tests he would have to run.
Thorne is quick to put a cork in it, nabbing Jadiel around the shoulders and pulling him down and in. He lands with a huff, his mouth opening to keep prodding, but now that he's laying here he's so comfortable. Thorne is a warm and heavy weight beneath him. Strong. Jadiel can't fight the temptation to snuggle in just a bit more. It likely won't shock Thorne to find out that Jadiel is asleep barely four minutes later. The Nova really did put him out, leaving him exponentially slowed down. The tech sleeps as though dead all through the night.

Jadiel doesn't show signs of life until almost noon. He was up late, so it more or less makes sense. He twitches, his glasses lost somewhere in the bed. Jadiel blinks blearily to life, squinting around the room. Without his glasses, he's essentially blind. Anything further away than a foot is a mystery to him. Cowlicks stick up hilariously off his head at all angles.
"Oh shit," Jadiel winces as he moves his legs, something aching in a more intimate area below his belt. Thorne was right; he's sore as fuck. Worth it. Jadiel plans on doing it again as some point if the other man is down.
 
Thorne dozes lightly, waking early when his arm shortcircuits again. This time, it doesn’t stop in seconds. Thorne bites his lower lip hard enough to make it bleed, in order to keep from waking the sleeping boy next to him. He wriggles his right arm out from beneath Jadiel, reaching across to yank the release clasp and drop the arm off it’s connection. Sparks jump from the now empty attachment socket in his shoulder, quickly fizzing out. Thorne sighs in relief. He’s aware the arm is a problem, but the socket is likely damaged in some way too. Now awake, there’s no going back to sleep. So he leaves the bed, tossing the blankets back over his kidnapped guest. He does find Jadiel’s glasses, and sets them on the nightstand.

Thorne dresses in black boxers, grey sweats, and a dark green tee. The left short sleeve of the tee just hangs loose. His hair is ruffled, and he just pushes it back before picking up his left arm. He doesn’t even spare Jadiel a glance as he leaves makes a stop in the attached bathroom before grabbing his phone and heading downstairs. He sets the arm on the kitchen table as he makes coffee, then texts two of his men to come over. He needs to go over some things in his office, and needs guards to stand at the front and back doors, so Jadiel can’t leave.

By the time Jadiel wakes, Thorne is seated in his office, working away at the computer there one-handed. He’s facing the door, second steaming mug of coffee beside him. His arm is still sitting on the kitchen table. The men he called, a blond name Jack and a brunet named Anton, both rather muscular men but shorter than Thorne, have set up comfortably with chairs at the front and back doors.
 
It takes a moment for him to come to his senses, but Jadiel does eventually realize he's woken to an empty bed. He paws around for his glasses until he finds them on the nightstand, something that has him smiling to himself a bit. Jadiel certainly didn't put them there, so Thorne is just looking out for him. Maybe it was an afterthought, but it's still nice. Eventually, Jadiel gets out of the bed. He finds his boxer briefs and his pants, shuffling into them before finding his flannel. He pulls it over his shoulders and stretches, walking into the bathroom and sort of finger combing his hair back into shape. He's not sure where his phone is, but Jadiel isn't exactly worried. Despite being an excellent technician, Jadiel isn't great about keeping tabs on his personal devices other than his tools.

The mechanic wanders around a bit, padding quietly through the halls until he comes across an open door, leading to Thorne in his office.
"Hey." Jadiel's voice is somewhat crackled with sleep, but he offers Thorne a little smirk before approaching him by his desk. He pauses before rounding it, deciding he shouldn't pry about what Thorne is viewing on his computer.
"Arm bothering you?" Jadiel asks, nodding to where Thorne has simply removed the device. "I'm not trying to be like, annoying, but I meant what I said when I could take a look at it for you if you wanted. You could come by my shop sometime so I can get a better look at the situation. Just- Just if you wanted." The tech rolls his shoulders, trying to downplay the fact he's asking to see Thorne again. He speaks as though he'll be leaving soon, and in Jadiel's mind, he probably will be; unless Thorne asks him to hang out, to which Jadiel would happily oblige. He can't help but like the guy, a highschool-level crush.
 
Thorne looks up when he hears Jadiel speaking, pausing what he’s doing. As the shorter man approaches the desk, one click of the mouse makes the screen go dark. Thorne leans back in his seat, watching Jadiel closely. There’s a small smirk when the boy talks about going by his shop. “Jadiel, you won’t have ever heard of me, as I keep my identity pretty protected. Yes, Thorne is my real name, but if you’ll remember, I didn’t really give you any other info about myself. You might be observant where my arm was concerned, but you certainly missed a lot of other details. Then again, that can’t be helped; you were drugged, after all.”

Thorne speaks so casually, as if drugging someone were an everyday occurence. He stands, moving around his desk to lean his ass on the front of it, so he’s closer to Jadiel. “I know everything about you, Jadiel. I know what you do, I know you’re the best at your level. I also know that aside from your clients, there isn’t going to be anyone looking for you if you disappear for a while. So here’s what’s going to happen. You’re going to fix my arm, or rebuild it, free of charge. And I’m going to enjoy your company while you’re here. You won’t be allowed to leave this house until my arm is in top functioning condition again. When you do, if any information about me, or your stya here, is reported to the authorities, I will hunt you down and make your life a living hell. Do I make myself clear?”
 
Slowly, the funny, sleepy smile begins to fade from Jadiel's face. It leaves him looking blank, almost like a corpse. His eyes just a hair too wide as he listens to Thorne.
The drugs are probably still in his system, too. Maybe that's what happened last night, why he got so horny and stupid and then slept like a fucking rock. Jadiel can hear his heart in his ears, rushing like tidal waves. He doesn't want to believe Thorne, he wants to think the guy is just a crack head. But he speaks with such svelte calculation. Jadiel is unmoving, even as Thorne rounds the desk and speaks down to him. He spells it out like Jadiel is lame. He's been kidnapped, and has been since last night. Thorne must have been hunting him down for months. As a black market dealer, Jadiel kind of expected to get stabbed or robbed one day. But certainly not this.

"Uhh." Jadiel has a tendency to stammer, Thorne has already seen this, and it's all Jadiel can speak for a moment. He swallows hard, feeling his lower back grow cold with chills. "Okay. Uhh. I'll- I'll be right back, I guess." The tech has no fucking clue what to do. He knows he won't win against Thorne in a fist fight, even if the guy is down a whole arm. He slips from the desk sort of awkwardly and makes his way out of the room. In fight or flight situations, Jadiel has always had a tendency towards fight. Time to stretch his wings.

He makes his way down into the kitchen and his stomach kicks with bile; there's some guy here. He's ripped as fuck and could also hand Jadiel his own ass on a silver platter. Jadiel chews at his lower lip, staring at him wordlessly. Some awkward moments tick by before Jadiel just turns away and heads towards the front door, where he's met with a mirror image of the one he's just seen. So, the normal exits are out. Jadiel feels like his having an out of body experience as he walks away, finds a bathroom, and shuts the door behind him.
Fuckfuckfuckfuckfuck- Jadiel's mind is a merry-go-round of cursing as he stands in the empty bathroom, his neck growing hot with anxiety. He's staring at a window beside the toilet, his eyes wide. The tech isn't thinking - or trying not to - as he removes his flannel and starts winding it around his fist. He's going to have to get a good, clean punch through the glass if he wants to get out and get moving; quickly. The mechanic shuts his eyes and takes some sobering breaths, his shoulders shaking as he tries to psych himself up before-
Jadiel's hand crashes through the glass, bits shattering all over the floor, but he doesn't have time to be impressed by himself. He moves as quickly as he can, haphazardly punching away enough stray shards to hopefully fit through the window without gutting himself. There's red on the window pane, but Jadiel doesn't look at it; if he sees his own fresh wound, it'll become real and he'll freak out. He has to get through this goddamn window.
 
Thorne isn’t stupid. He can see the fear, see the wheels turning in Jadiel’s head, and knows the boy is going to try and run. He doesn’t chase Jadiel, not quite, just follows calmly and watches him from the top of the stairs. Both men guarding the front and back doors just stare at Jadiel as he sees them; calm, relaxed, knowing full well, this short stack can’t stand against them. When Jadiel closes himself into the bathroom, Thorne sighs in annoyance and walks down the stairs. Just like last night at the bar, Jadiel didn’t lock the door; Thorne doesn’t keep locks on his interior doors, so there’s nothing to lock. When he hears the crash of glass, Thorne pulls the door open.

Thorne isn’t gentle. His right fingers sink into Jadiel’s hair, pulling hard. He drags the boy backward, back out of the bathroom, and into the hallway. He takes any blows Jadiel attempts with minimal reaction, beyond soft grunts, and shoves Jadiel face first into the wall beside the bathroom door. “Enough. Don’t test my patience, or I’ll paint your pretty skin with marks you won’t find as pleasurable as last night.” Thorne‘s fingers tighten painfully in Jadiel’s hair. “It’s not as if I’m threatening your life, Jadiel. I just want my arm fixed, and more than one of the custom parts are stolen, so if any legal tech runs the serial codes, they’ll know who I am. I prefer to keep myself away from the public eye, so you will do as I say.”
 
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