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"It's okay if it's not fully cooked I don't mind." he murmured in regards to the order, because there was stuff Aomine couldn't do and he was sure to tell Timothy that, offering things as replacements. "Replacing bad memories with good memories." he murmured. It would take many lifetimes worth of good memories to replace the ones he thought were good. And he'd be protected because Iroh was going to chase after Andrew and Daren would protect him. "U-Uhm... happy memories.' he murmured. "Can we upload all the photos and videos? Please?" he asked nervously.

Timothy smiled happily, getting off the man and waiting, looking at the laptop with excitement, moving as Daren came back with the wire and the video camera and the camera itself. "A scrapbook?" he asked, plugging in the camera first. "I suppose I could. It sounds like fun. I don't know how to do it though." And gave a simple title to the folder, 'Aquarium'. "W-We have over seven hundred pictures." he said shyly, unaware he'd gotten so carried away.

"Oh, I was hoping I could buy the supplies and make it myself. Um, I do not want to strain my eyes staring at a screen, and it is easier to tell how something will look if you have it in your hands. But if you'd rather do a trial that's fine. I currently don't have a paycheck and I don't want to squander your money. Perhaps a free trial would be easier." he mused, allowing Daren to indeed find a free version. "Thank you." and smiled, going through the pictures and the scrapbook program, sitting there cozily while staring at the screen. After a while though he finally gave a yawn and lifted his glasses to rub at his eyes. "I think I am done scrap booking for now."

Timothy smiled, proud of himself and felt even more proud now that he was being praised. "I-I don't really have that good of an eye for art." he said, looking at the other stand. "No, I'll be going to bed as well." and turned back to the laptop, saving the progress before closing it and standing as well. "I think I'll shower first, though. Um, I don't think they bathed me at the hospital." and gave a small chuckles, carefully walking to his room, no longer an exact shuffle, but the walk wasn't perfect either. Towel, clothes, he used Aomine's shampoo and body wash. "I'll go straight to bed when I'm done." he promised. "Do you need to do anything before I go in?"

Timothy stripped the filthy clothes and showered under the hot water carefully and thoroughly, desperately wishing there was a chere and bending his legs often to get them used to the exercise. It was a relaxing shower but when he heard a small thump he opened the shower curtain in fear that Andrew was right there. He had to calm himself down, breath shallow, adrenaline already in his veins and heart beating against his rib cage. Nervously he closed the curtain, finishing up and drying off before walking out, preparing for bed before finally changing. He was tired, he didn't know what made him feel so exhausted suddenly but he was happy when he was finally crawling into his own bed. It was so warm and comfortable, sleep would be fun.

But a small noise had him open his eyes again, listening. Was Apple having one of those weird cat things when they run around the house? The man sat up slowly, continuing to listen before getting out of bed and peering out his door. It was gone, that stupid cat, best close it before Apple came in here to disturb him, that horrid, furred beast.

As soon as his door clicked close a hand covered his mouth and a muffle scream was emitted, hearing Andrew's voice greet him coldly.

"You're a filthy whore." he said, opening the man's pajamas to feel the skin underneath, stomach tightening at the touch. "Whoring yourself to the police man just so he'll protect you, and you tried with the other one, must've known what a dirty slut you are."

Timothy whimpered, trying to call Aomine's name until the cold hand slid down his pants, a dry finger probing painfully. Please, please no!

"I need to punish you like the dumb whore you are. You're mine, you know that but you continue on being a terrible, terrible boyfriend."

Timothy's hazel eyes widened as his pants and boxers were suddenly pulled down, Andrew suddenly pressing against him. No. No oh please gods no! he tried to speak to the other, tell him he'd be good but the fingers moved from overing his mouth to being shoved into it, gag reflex responding violently.

"Guess we'll have to teach you." and gave a thrust.

Timothy's eyes flew open as he sat up, gasping hard and covered in a cold sweat, cheeks stained with tears. No. No. No. He felt himself, gripping at the still closed shirt, feeling the waistband of his pants firmly around his waist. But he couldn't get the courage to lie back down, still crying as he looked around his room as though expecting the man to be there. Nonononono.

With a fluid movement the covers were off and he was out of bed, arms in front of him defensively, leaning forward slightly, shoulders hunched.

Nononononono.

He shuffled to Aomine's room, trying not to cry too loud as he knocked on the door. "A-Aomine. Daren," he corrected himself weakly, "Are you awake?" he whimpered, praying to god he was.

"Daren I-" he was going to apologize for waking him but suddenly he was in the warm arms and he couldn't help but cry now. "He was in my room. It was a bad dream. he was in my room he got in. And you couldn't hear me." he sobbed, clinging to the man. "And you couldn't hear me! Why couldn't you hear me? He wouldn't let me go and I was a dirty whore and a bad boyfriend and it hurt. He took me and it hurt. He didn't care that it hurt he likes ti when I hurt." and continued to sob, burying his face deep into the man's shirt. "I don't want to go back to my room please don't make me he's back there I know it!" and trembled with the fear and sadness. "Let me sleep in here. I'll sleep on the floor but don't make me sleep alone."

Tim nodded, trying to stop himself from crying by biting the insides of his cheeks, moving into the bed and staying right up against Daren, holding onto him, needing to feel he was there and wasn't going to leave. "Just don't let me go. Don't leave, don't let me go." he murmured, clinging tightly, giving a shuddered breath and one final whimper, trying to possibly get closer to the man despite being nearly flush against his side.