Alan slit his eyes open carefully seeing the world through the haze of his lashes. It wasn't a particularly uplifting view to say the least. Grey on grey walls and flooring interspersed with dark swollen vines, the skins burst and peeling in areas, were the only things to be seen on the right side of his head. Twisting his head slowly, mindful of the intense chaotic pain riding in his neck, he turned to his left concentrating on finding the small shuffling noise he had heard. Not to be disappointed he found Daniel huddled and shivering against the far wall sitting with his arms wrapped around his knees. Alan closed his eyes and sighed to himself wondering just how he was suppose to get him and Daniel out safely. He thought rather dismally to himself that he would probably be more optimistic if he wasn't butt naked and stretched taunt on a freezing cold floor, his limbs spread wide and held by numerous plant tendrils. He tried to tell himself it could feasibly be worse when, as if on cue, he felt a whoosh of air between his legs and up his body announcing Webber's entrance into the room.

Alan stubbornly kept his eyes closed even though he could feel Webber staring at him. He was fairly certain the doctor knew he was awake but it was against his nature to do things the easy way. He missed the slanted grin on the man's face but not the sharp contact of Webber's foot with his genitals drawing his breath up sharp. Alan's eyes popped open in pain and he glared up at the bastard, a low hiss in his throat.

"Awake now aren't we?" Webber asked cheerfully, glee shining unmistakable in his face and twisted grin. Alan tried to hold him in one of his own cold calculated stares but came up lacking against the red protruding rake of Webber's eyes. Webber folded his body onto the floor sitting with legs crossed beside Alan's hip. The tips of his sharpened nails twitched against the goose bumps peppering Alan's skin and catching on the edges of numerous scars.

"Such an abused creature, aren't you? All sharp bones and broken raised flesh. It would be divine to split you and drink your juices dry. Equally tempting to take you and break your mind...perhaps in time I'll do both." Webber commented lightly. "I have watched you. Watched you move, watched as you breathed in your smoke, eyes half closed, head tilted back lost in your own ecstasy. So much pleasure to be had and I've waited so long."

Alan turned his head to look at Daniel and sighed at the wide eyed terror in his face. It definitely was not a good indicator of Webbers intentions or Daniel's ability to offer any kind of help. He forced himself to not stiffen as Webber explored him, hands roaming over him in sweeps finally coming to settle on his groin. Webber stroked his organ, cupping the soft sacs beneath in his other hand searching for a physical response. Alan closed his eyes and let his thought drifts, a sardonic smile on his face. The doc could try all he wanted and it would make no never mind to him. His sexual organs had remained limp and inactive for much of his life irregardless of any stimulation, good, bad or indifferent. Webber twisted and pulled to the point of pain, hissing in displeasure when nothing yielded any result.

"Broken and cracked in the soul aren't you little doll? Makes no difference. I will have my pleasure anyway." Webber assured him patting his leg before continuing. Alan's stomach muscles clenched in rejection at the first touch of filed nails below his balls. Webber snickered at the involuntary spasm enjoying Alan's discomfort.

"You should be grateful boy that I would choose you to be mine. And I do choose you human and when I'm done you will be bonded to me desperate to receive my touch and dieing to give me pleasure." Webber informed Alan smugly, emphasizing his words by jabbing into his body pushing against the muscular resistance with force.

It hurt.....oh God...it hurt more then it should have, more then was possible and more then Alan could stifle, tears smarting in his eyes. Webber's finger burned inside him, a living brand that poured fire into his belly and electrified his spine. Alan panted shallowly unable to catch his breath. The angry tangle of sparks shot up him climbing from his tailbone straight into skull spreading out when they hit the cords of his neck.

He could feel Webber clawing at his mind in the pulses of energy enveloping his head. Distantly, through the thrumming in his head, he heard the spill of silk on the floor, felt the heat of Webber's body close to his own, the spike of pain momentarily removed making way for an even larger one.

Explosions ratcheted through Alan's soul at the breach, boiling memories rising to the surface of his father doing the same impalement to him, closely chased with a child's remembered helplessness. Hysteria churned in him at the stranger boring into his body and brain breaking out of him in screams that jerked into shrill laughter.

"I will own you..." Webber growled at him, his face flushed red with exertion. He had never taken a human to bond as internally chaotic as Alan, had been wholly unprepared for the slam of Alan's reality and of his mental strength. He ground hard against the human trying to leverage pain to weaken him and gain access to bond. Alan's laughter turned to gurgles of low mocking giggling.

"You can't rape my soul, someone did that long ago." Alan chuckled up at him. Webber shook him hard, smacking his head against the floor in his rage. Alan giggled at him and let go, sliding into himself where he had hid as child rocking in the corner. All synaptic information between them ceased in a blanket of blank unawareness as the energy that was Alan become a pinpoint inside his own mind, his grey eyes becoming doll like devoid of emotion, devoid of life.

Webber shrieked in frustration and disbelief. He beat and tore at the body beneath him outraged that a mere slip of a human could deny him. So immersed was he in his tantrum he was taken completely by surprise as agony popped through his head. Webber slumped sideways seeing a tilted version of Daniel standing over him holding a piece of pipe. He watched in stunned fascination the swing and arc as Daniel brought it down again rendering him unconscious.

Daniel stood stock still desperately trying not to be sick as another seizure hit. He looked down on Webber shocked at his own unplanned actions, even more shocked that he had succeeded. His body ached but an unaccustomed thrill sang in him at what he had done. He felt an answering call in his mind and knew that his new friends, the one like him and the others had felt his victory. Sinking down beside the little man on the floor Daniel tugged at the vines holding him. His hands shook badly but he could feel the calm presence of others flowing through him lending there strength, helping him. The plants recoiled from his touch and slithered back. Daniel cradled the other man's head in his arm and patted his face lightly trying to wake him.

"Come on mister, snap out of it. Wake up, please. Please, wake up..please." He urged wishing he knew the man's name. No sooner had he thought it then it breathed through him.

"Alan?..Come on Alan....you've got to wake up. He's going to come round soon." Daniel begged softly near tears. Alan's eyes remained open and blank, his body limp and unresponsive. No amount of cajoling reached him sealed tight in his own mind and finally Daniel let it die off. He wasn't strong enough to carry Alan so he set about dragging him by one arm after wrapping Webber's robes around him, the silk easing the path. Daniel knew help was on the way, could feel it in his conscience. Now he had to find someplace to hide until it arrived and hope they arrived in time.