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Chap. 9 | Gotta do something 'bout it

Ohm just sat there, blinking through his bandana. He just stared as Brian rubbed the back of his neck muttering about what the fuck Delirious was doing and slowly taking a seat next to his cage. "You okay there?" Brian asked the frozen state Ohm was in. Slowly, Ohm shook his head, the events from earlier flashing his mind.

"I- what... Did your leader order you guys to do something to me or what?" The brunette asked and he watched other fused his brows in thinking before shrugging, "who knows? All I know is that I was tasked to guard ye up. So is Daithi... although I did hear Vanoss talking about something breaking you down a bit." Frowning, Ohm could only wonder if that's how Delirious breaks people.

"So you guys always watch while your hostages changes clothes?" The question confused Brian, "wha-? No! That's disgusting. Besides, we don't really lend them our clothes.." eyeing Ohm's new outfit, Brian could only guess that Delirious had lend it to him. Why though? They never lend something to them unless they really need it.

"Ohmwrecker... Ryan right?" The sound of his real name cringed him so much. He wasn't used to people calling him by his first name. Ohm only nodded, just trying to get over what question Brian would like to ask. "So you have a girlfriend or something? Boyfriend maybe?" Tilting his head, Ohm ceased his eyebrows, his brown hair falling over the side. "What kind of question is that?" Brian shrugged, averting his eyes...

"Just askin', ye know... to get some advice..." Sweat dropping, Brian felt the gaze of the covered eyes looming to his side, he could only imagine Ohm giving him a questioning look. "For you and the medic?" Asked Ohm, watching the cheeks of the Irishman slowly turn red, "oi, shut up." Feeling embarrassed, Brian could only crossed his arms and look away. His face brining hot.

"If it helps you feel good , I know a thing or two about some advice.." lighting up from the mood, Brian felt eager to listen to those, 'advice'.

After dropping the clothes off at the laundry room, Delirious headed straight upstairs, avoiding all possible eyes that could linger down to his obvious tent. He entered his room and quickly lock the door before finally taking a seat on his bed, breathing heavily before taking his mask off to show his own face with lust filled emotion. He cursed Vanoss for ordering him to slowly break Ohm but what he didn't know was it would affect him too.

Closing his eyes, trying to imagine things that turns him off, his mind only went to the messy brown hair, flushed face and chest... Flustered right under him- Oh fuck! Grandma, shits, toilet bowls, old mans... stinky socks, sweaty armpits-anything to remove the bulge.

Delirious heaved a sigh, finally got to calm his self down. He ran his fingers through his raven black hair that was now wet from all the sweats. He couldn't believe it, what was he thinking?! That's probably CaRtOoNz's property and he didn't wanna hurt his brother-like friend furthermore... But Ohm, he was just... Shaking the thoughts off, Delirious had to do something about it.

The day went by fast, Brian had finished his shift and David soon took over. The tall Irishman weren't feeling it that day as he desperately tried to stay awake. Slowly creaking down the steps, Delirious made sure to make it look as natural as possible. "Daithi? Daithi..." He lightly shook the half-asleep guy, trying to wake him up. "Ugh... Delirious?" David stirred awake and saw the mask of his comrade staring down at him, for a moment it gave him a heart attack but he remembered that there's only one person who wears the Jason Voorhees mask that are not dead.

Delirious took a glance at the cell to see if Ohm was awake. He saw the man curled up into a ball inside the cage and took it the sign that he was sleeping. "You wanna tag team for a while? You seem really sleepy," the masked man tried to bribe the taller man off, "I dunno... It's supposed to be my shift." David muttered to himself before stretching his arms out, "guess I could go for a quick nap... in my room." Standing up and rubbing his lower back the Irishman slowly walked passed Delirious and somehow didn't notice the bottle of beer in his hands.