"Fuck," I mumbled under my breath as I fought with the sponge. It had entangled itself with the metal in the boy's back.

After a minute of fighting with the sponge I finally freed it and sat it on the wire rack that hung from the shower head. It wasn't ideal, but I would have to wash the boy's back with my bare hands. Grabbing the body wash I took a deep breath.

I forced myself to think about the tortures the boy had likely been through as I poured the soap down his spine. It was the easiest way to stave off inappropriate thoughts. Even though he had metal implanted in his body and a black colored eye he was still quite attractive. He was exactly my type, but I tried to push that thought from my mind.

The boy trembled when I placed my hands on him. Massaging the soap into his back, I felt the stiffness of his muscles. He was tense, but as I continued to massage him his body relaxed. I was glad to afford him even the smallest relief from his discomfort. He had said that everything hurt. I wonder what he meant by that? Was it just his muscles or something more serious?

I worked the soap down the backside of the boy's legs and when I came back up I paused. His cock was fully erect. Had my touch been too sensual? Pretending to not notice I quickly finished with his legs and returned to scrubbing myself.

When the boy turned to face me I was caught off guard. He didn't even attempt to hide his erection. In fact he stepped closer, leaning in as though he would kiss me. Panicked, I stepped back and slipped on the wet tile.

"Fuck," I grunted as my ass hit the hard surface. A dull ache radiating from my backside.

"Are you alright?" the boy asked. His wondering eyes stared into mine as the hot water poured down on me. My gazed momentarily shifted to his hard cock that was now at the same level as my face. I fought the temptation to touch him.

"Yeah, I'll be fine," I replied as I shifted my legs under me, slowly rising to my feet.

The boy's hair was flattened around his face and had covered one of his eyes. I tucked the hair behind his ear before I even realized what I was doing. It was a bad habit. His hand took hold of mine and guided it towards his cock.

My heart raced, but I pulled my hand away just before it touched him. He wasn't some guy I had just met at a bar, he was the mission. Reminding myself of my duty I fought against the desires that rose within me. Unfortunately my brain and my cock were not on the same page.

Realizing my arousal, I turned away from the boy and went back to cleaning. If I scrubbed hard enough I could forget the naked boy behind me. Though the image of his erect cock would forever burn in the back of my mind.

The boy's hand slipped around my waist and took hold of my cock. His firm grip sent a wave of desire through me, but I caught his wrist and pulled him away.

"What are you doing," I said.

"Making you feel good," he replied. His face held no shame or embarrassment.

"You can't just do that to people," I said.

"Sorry, I just wanted to feel something besides pain." His tone turned somber. What had those people done to him?

There was a desperate need in the look the boy gave me, but I couldn't give him what he wanted. Sex would only make things more complicated and I had to focus on the mission. I just needed to get him back to the states.

"You should only do those kinds of things with people you love," I said, hoping to avoid any further advances.

The boy was quiet after that, as though he was lost in thought. Our showers finished without any further mishaps. A soldier had brought in clothes and towels for us while we showered, including a bag for me to put our dirty clothes in. As we dried off and dressed, I noticed the boy was watching me closely. He seemed to be copying my movements. Did he not know how to dress himself?

When I finished lacing up my boots the boy just stared in confusion. He didn't even know how to tie his shoes. Having no time to teach him, I laced up his boots.

"Thank you." He said in a soft tone.

"Do you have a name?" I asked as we began our trek toward the hanger.

He thought for a long time before answering. "Patient Zero."

"I meant your real name, not the name those people were calling you," I replied.

"Real name?" He looked up at me with a raised brow.

"The one you were given when you were born."

The boy's eyes turned downward as he thought. "I don't... remember."

My chest tightened. He didn't even know his own name. He must have been a small child when he was taken to that place. I couldn't imagine what his life had been like growing up in there. No friends or family to comfort him, only twisted scientists and their experiments.

I wanted to ask him more questions, to know what they had done to him, but I didn't. He likely didn't know much anyway and I wasn't ready to hear the horrifying truth. It was better to not know, to not think about it too much. The only thing that mattered was that he was free. He would never have to suffer their torture again.