Chapter summary UwU: David has to make a decision when left with drugged Max.

Y'all better prepare your asses.

After changing into the clothes Gwen had found earlier, Max was more than eager to chug down the glass of water he was handed. David figured that all the crying had trigged a headache.

But now the four of them were taking shelter in a nearby house - abandoned, of course - as no one wanted to stay in that dreaded place much longer. The house wasn't as spacious as the og house the four had met in, but it was a decent house nonetheless. Gwen had made a beeline for upstairs, wanting to one, check for people. And two, to most likely sort out her mental state in the form of sitting by herself, alone.

Edward had anxiously followed her not long after her disappearance, reluctantly letting Max out of his arms and onto the couch. He insisted on carrying the boy around until they found shelter, not wanting him to be hurt. David couldn't help but smile sadly at the bond the two teen's had.

But with both Gwen and Eddie wondering about upstairs, it was just the two of them.

Max had forced himself to sit up properly on the couch despite the initial pain, David choosing to sit next to him, but keeping aware of personal space.

"You didn't deserve to go through that, Max…" The redhead muttered grimly, averting his stare. Every time he was met with those turquoise orbs all he could see was sadness. Sadness he was responsible for. "I hope you know that."

There was a moment of silence before he got a reply. "I-I know…–"

"Nothing like that is ever going to happen again. I promise." His voice was stern as he took hold of the boy's hand assuringly.

Max bit his lip as it trembled slightly, brows furrowed. A chill went up his spine at the sudden contact. "C-Can w-we go and find G-Gwen?" He asked, already pushing himself off the couch somewhat desperately.

He swallowed thickly.

"Hey, Max, d-don't strain yourself…" He effortlessly caught up with him. "We can wait down here–"

"I don't want to be treated like fucking b-baby." Max growled, biting back a sharp gasp as the same odd feeling messed with his stomacher again. "G-Go away."

David reluctantly nodded and walked on ahead, hoping that he could find Eddie and Gwen before Max even attempted the stairs. He could see the dark flush staining his cheeks from embarrassment. "I'll go on ahead, okay? Take your time, Max." He offered a small smile which was flat out ignored. "You should sit. I'll go get them–"

"N-No…" Max used his hand to hold himself steady against the wall. "Ah…"

"You alright, Max?" David paused and turned around, flickering his stare over the boy. "Max?"

Max lowered his head and wiped it with his arm. He let out a strained grunt and shuddered, hissing. "F-Fuck…"

"You okay, Max?" He bent down to eye level, forcing him to lock gazes. His eyes were darkened and hazy, brows furrowed. "Shit. Look, c'mon, we just need to–"

The raven suddenly latched his hand into his shoulder, stopping himself from stumbling over. "I… Ah, it hurts…" He spoke through gritted teeth, breaths now uneven pants. David nodded as he carefully sat him down against a nearby wall, grimacing as he watched him fidget uncomfortably.

"What hurts? Max, what hurts–"

"Ha… Ha…" He struggled to catch his breath as the sheen of sweat reappeared on his forehead, now accompanied by a deep blush staining his cheeks. "I-I can't… D-David–" Suddenly he winced, not being able to suppress the moan that escaped his lips.

David stared at him in shock.

It's like he's been slipped some kind of aphrodisiac… like in the drink– oh god.

How was he supposed to help him? Max was clearly in pain for all the wrong reasons, and he couldn't do anything. It was like he was an animal in heat – but yet there was no alpha around to rut with.

"Da… David, please–!" Max whined, his shirt sticking to his body with sweat. "I don't know wh-what to do–!"

The problem was, neither did David.

It was just the two of them, after all.

He hated to admit it, but he wished Cameron was with them to put the boy out his misery. Yes, Max would despise it, but it would get the job done easily.

It was pointless hoping, though.

"Ah-Ahh, I-I–Nhhh–!" His breaths were hitched, tears beginning to pool in his eyes as he kept his hand firmly over his mouth, attempting to stifle the noises.

The redhead stared down at him, a grim line on his lips. "H-Hang on…" The satchel was opened quickly as he began searching through it, trying his best to ignore the muffled pants and moans. It didn't take long before he halted abruptly, carefully pulling out the unknown object.

He swallowed thickly.

So that was why Cameron had the bag.

He should've checked before leaving.

But now, in his hands, was a decent sized dildo. The only good thing was that it appeared to be unused and quite sanitary. Slowly he turned to Max, licking his lips hastily. The glassy green orbs were quick to spot the toy, the moans being silenced as he shuddered. "D-David…"

"It'll stop this, Max. I can't help you, y-you know that!" He handed it to the boy and shook his head sadly. "I'm not going to help you. I'm not a pedophile. Just…" He closed his eyes. "Just do what you need to do."

"Is there n-no lube…?" David grimaced at the worry in the raven's voice.

He shook his head again. "No."

Max shuddered. "I-I'm not, ahh, I'm not using it–"

"Max, you have to–" The dildo was suddenly thrown aimlessly into the direction of the living room, the raven's hands shaking violently. "Max–"

"A-Ahh… Nhh, n-no! D-David…" He whined.

This was hopeless.

He couldn't 'help' Max.

No one could.

Unless… "I have an idea. I-I'll be back in a bit–"

"Wh-Where are you, ngh, going–? D-Don't go…!" He whimpered as the redhead went to dash off, biting his lip to hold back any unwanted noises.

David swallowed. It was the only morally correct thing to do.

He wasn't a pedophile, neither was Gwen.

This had to work.

"Getting potential help."