Orlov Bats

Just keeps reaching his hands out like Jack will read his mind. He doesn't. Instead, he just thinks Dennis is reaching for him, so he'll redirect the hands to his hips or biceps or chest. Mumbling about you can feel me baby, it's ok.

Until eventually, Dennis is a blubbering mess, actual tears burning down his face. Because it feels like he's being ignored, and he hates that, hates it so much it has his chest aching. And that makes Jack stop, scrambling to figure out what's wrong. Petting the tears away and cooing at Dennis to use his words, please, sweetheart, you’re scarin' me.

And then, with a hiccuping shuddering breath, voice filled with shame, Dennis finally admits, need you to hold my hands, doesn't feel right if you don't...

dennis bites his bottom lip, but can’t help the girlish whines that come from deep down in his chest. his cheeks flush from embarrassment as robby’s rough fingertips find his throbbing clit.

robby growls, nipping dennis’ ear with his teeth, “cum for me, denny. cum on my cock.”

he whines, “i can’t.” the pain in his ass so brutal it denies him an orgasm. fat tears pour out his eyes as he bounces back against robby’s hips.

robby continues working his clit. “stop crying. y’know this is how men have sex. they get fucked in the ass. isn’t that what you wanted, hm?”

“nooo- not like this.” dennis can’t believe what he’s hearing.

robby pulls back, balancing the tip of his dick in dennis’ clenched asshole, the tight hole forming itself around robby’s bright pink head. "so pathetic, denny. can't even cum for me. what kinda man are you, huh?"

dennis sobs, "m'sorry, i'm so sorry, p-please." he braces himself for what he knows is coming, unable to stop his blubbering wails as robby bucks forward, slamming himself back into dennis' frail body.

“aughh- it’s t-too much,” dennis howls, arching his back, pain shooting up his spine. his asshole is raw and abused, burning as robby fucks into him relentlessly, ignoring how the young boy writhes on the mattress.

anon, I read your prompt and just assumed that they were all trans. This is what it's like in my head. Everyone is trans. I hope this is still fun for you! It seems like some kind of cosmic joke, when he starts his emergency rotation. The two biggest bosses, the two manliest men in the damn place are both trans? 

Dennis would almost swear that someone is playing a cruel joke on him. 

Every other rotation he's done at PTMC, and the extra ones he's taken on at Mercy, have been near to exclusively cis. Which is fine. That's the way the healthcare world is. He knows that. He's resigned himself to being the only trans one there, and having people look sideways at him, and misgender him, and ask him intrusive, weird questions. 

But here? He's met the non-binary social worker, his fellow med student and roommate is a dyke, and the attendings are trans men. 

He hadn't even clocked it, at first. Which, he knows he shouldn't really be looking to clock anyone, but he has a radar. They didn't ping it, at first. They're just … they're both so manly. Big, and hairy, and they carry themselves like men. 

Dennis, who's still trying to grow the barest of stubble, binds every day and sleeps in it sometimes when he can't bear the feeling of his breasts, and still gets called she by every fucking second patient - he's in awe. 

They sure clock him, though. Of course they do. 

"Hey, kid," Robby says to him, very gently, at the tail end of a long shift in his first week. "When's the last time you took that off?" 

He doesn't say the word, but looks pointedly at his chest, and it's like he can see right through the scrubs to the binder beneath. 

"I … uh," he stumbles. He doesn't like that Robby just knows what's under there. That he's not naturally flat. 

"I'm not trying to out you," Robby assures him, voice very low. "But you're taking shallow breaths and you're moving slower. Your ribs and your lungs need a break. Trust me. I know." 

He is out of breath, but it's become so commonplace that he hardly even noticed. 

He flushes. 

"I can't - like, now," he mutters back. He is not doing his fucking job with his tits out. 

Robby steers him to the empty on-call room. 

"Just take fifteen minutes, and then you can put it back on," he orders. 

Dennis flushes harder. 

"... Please don't tell anyone." 

Robby grins, and in it, Dennis can see years of experience. 

"Nah, wouldn't. We gotta stick together, yeah?" 

And so the crush begins. 

Abbot is even more interested in telling Dennis how to take care of himself. He insists on the binder breaks, too, and he shakes his head with disgust when Dennis mentions that he doesn't bother correcting at least half the times he gets misgendered by staff and patients. 

"For God's sake, kid, be a man," Jack spits. He looks annoyed. "Tell them who you are and insist on them respecting it. Only way to deal with the cis." 

Later, Robby murmurs to him that Jack's a little sore about the misgendering, since he struggled with it so much when he was Dennis' age. 

The first time they fuck him, it's after a drunken night out at after-work drinks, Dennis piled into an Uber with a very handsy two of them. He can't believe his luck. These two? Want him? 

It becomes very apparent they do, when they strip him down to boxers and binder, mouths everywhere he allows them. It's better sex than he's ever had in his life. They seem to know every part of him that's sensitive, that feels good when stroked, and licked, and nipped at. 

Most guys he sleeps with have no fucking idea what to do with his cunt, let alone know his dick. But Robby, he sucks it into his mouth the second Dennis gives him permission, and God. It's like seeing heaven. He whimpers, hand in Robby's hair, while Jack mouths at his neck, carefully avoiding his bound chest. 

"God, sweet boy," Robby pants, lifting his head. "You taste fucking incredible."

He's too overwhelmed to speak, and when Jack pulls on a strap that, to be honest, is bigger than anything Dennis has been brave enough to put inside him, he thinks he might pass out from want. 

"Robby, give him here," Jack growls, eyes hooded. "Gonna show the kid how to fuck like a man." 

No, now he might pass out from want. 

Jack moves him into the position he wants, like it's nothing. Pushes Dennis' legs over his shoulders, and lines up the head of the strap with his cunt. 

"You - wait, aren't you gonna - ?" Dennis stammers. 

"Aren't I gonna what?" 

"I mean … my ass?" 

Robby makes a small noise under his breath, and Jack looks down at him like he's the littlest, silliest thing in the world. 

"Unless you expressly don't want me to, I'm gonna fuck your cunt. Because this?" He nudges the head of his cock forward a little, parting Dennis' lips and spreading him open. "Is a man's cunt. Not something to be ignored. You are a man, aren't you?" he adds, rough and mocking. 

Dennis' cock throbs. 

"Yes," he chokes out. 

"Good boy," Jack purrs, and pushes in, bottoming out in one thrust. Dennis gasps, and scrabbles in the sheets, the air knocked out of him. Robby grabs his wrists, and holds him still. 

"Pay attention, kiddo," he breathes into Dennis' ear. "Watch the way he's moving. You're gonna have to learn how to do this." 

Dennis watches as Jack thrusts into him, his hips moving just so, ensuring the strap stays inside as he draws his hips back and slams forward, over and over. 

"I - fuck. Jack, I - fuck, fuck, fuck, I can't, I - " he whines, eyes fluttering. 

Jack stops, in an instant. 

"You're telling me I'm just wasting this little lesson?" he says, raising a brow. "Maybe I should just stop, if you're not learning anything." 

"No! No, no, please, don't stop, I'm watching, I'm learning, God, please!" 

Robby laughs, and Jack fucks hard into him again. Dennis has to fight to keep his eyes open, glued to the way Jack moves. 

"Michael, show him how you like to be jerked off," Jack orders, and Robby, rather than moving his hand to his own dick, reaches out for Dennis'. He nestles the engorged, throbbing thing between two fingers, and rubs hard, up and down, merciless. It's not quite the way he does it to himself - he's more exploratory, gentler. His bottom growth is still growing, and he's never entirely sure what's going to feel good and what won't. 

This? 

This feels fucking incredible. 

"Oh my God," he groans, arching up into the touch. It drives Jack deeper, and fuck, he can feel that fucking thing in his belly, he swears. "That - fuck - how?" 

"Feels good, huh?" Robby laughs, low, and doesn't let up for a second until Dennis is shouting and writhing and cumming, squirting over Robby's fingers. 

He goes bright red, mortified. 

"Oh, Jesus," he whispers, looking up at the other man in horror. Robby looks happier than he's ever seen him. He takes his fingers and sucks them clean, before noticing the look on Dennis' face. 

"What's wrong?" he asks, immediately. Jack's still fucking him. He's not even getting tired. 

"I - fuck. Made a mess, I'm sorry, that only happens sometimes, at home," he whimpers. 

Robby and Jack exchange glances over his head, and he feels like an idiot child. 

"Oh, kid," Jack says, fond and cruel all at once. "You're just a baby, aren't you? Our little boy." 

Pleasure pulses through him, and he can't hide the full-body shudder. 

When Jack cums, it's with a grunt and a flood of wet against Dennis' ass and his cunt. Just like him. It doesn't feel disgusting, not when it's from Jack. The evidence of his satisfaction. 

After that, they seem determined to teach him how to be a man. A real man. Jack teaches him how to shave, properly, when he finally gets stubble. Stands behind him in the bathroom, and slides a straight razor through the shaving cream, showing him how to avoid nicks. 

"Your Dad never showed you this?" Jack asks, holding him gently against his chest as he wets the razor and raises it again. 

"Nah," Dennis says, flat. "My Dad has three sons and a daughter. So. He wasn't going to be teaching me boy stuff." 

Jack makes a displeased noise, but when he slides the razor over skin again, he leans in and murmurs into Dennis' ear. 

"I'll be your Dad now, kiddo." 

Dennis only just avoids twitching and getting himself nicked. 

Robby catches him in the work bathroom, trying desperately to piss at the urinal like a real fucking man. He's bought himself one of the stand-to-pee packers, but, it's fucking tricky to use. He doesn't want to piss on himself. 

"You need a hand?" Robby asks, peering down and catching what he's up to. 

"No," Dennis says, stubborn. "I'm fine." 

Robby stands and watches as he tries and fails to direct the fucking packer the way he wants it. 

"Let Daddy help you," Robby murmurs, stepping in behind him and taking the packer in his hands. He puts more pressure on it than Dennis was, and angles it just right. One large hand presses against his belly, and - 

"Fuck," Dennis hisses, watching the stream of piss exit the silicone cock. His. 

"Mm," Robby hums. "Feels good, doesn't it?" 

It does. He feels - right. Standing, not sitting. Having Robby show him. 

"Thank you, Daddy," he whispers. He can feel his cock, his flesh one, pulsing beneath the packer. 

He realized that he never even had to tell Trinity. She just knew. She just accepted him and this was his normal. He didn't ever worry, didn't have to stress, they were watching their episode of Drag Race and eating ice cream and doing face masks after eating takeout and having wine. Dennis smiled and looked over at his best friend, her own outfit nearly mirroring his own but she preferred pajama shorts.

"How did you know?" Dennis asked as he looked at her. Trinity turned, spoon popping out of her mouth.

"Know what?" Trinity asked, looking at how stupidly glowy Dennis's arms were. She did not tan like that.

"How did you know I was a girl? I never even told you." Dennis said with a smile and watched as Trinity blinked and swallowed her ice cream.

"What are you talking about?" Trinity asked confused. Dennis giggled and motioned with his spoon to his body, his outfit, everything about himself.

"I know I never told anyone or anything, or really changed anything, but how did you just know I was a girl. You give me your hand-me-downs and treat me, ya know, like one of the girls. I just want you to know I really appreciate it." Dennis said sincerely and went back to looking at the TV. Trinity paused it and turned to really look at her roommate.

"Den, I treat you like a friend. I- Are you coming out to me right now?" Trinity questioned incredulously. Dennis was shocked and turned to really look at her, waving his hand out.

"What do you mean? I thought you knew!" Dennis said and froze, both of them staring at each other in confusion before Trinity leaned in, hand grabbing one of Dennis's.

"Are you really like... a girl? I'm being so serious right now, Den. Are you..." Trinity cocked her head, not wanting to offer the wrong word. Dennis blinked at her, looking between their hands and her face. Her mask was purple which made her eyes really sparkle.

"I... I thought you knew. I dunno intuition or something since you just... you always treated me like a girl so I thought you knew. I just... I dunno I'm just a girl. Like right now and when I'm at work and when I'm at the store. I just... feel like one." Dennis tried to explain. He couldn't try and get the words out, wearing Trinity's sweatpants, buying women's scrubs, his socks, the products in his hair, he couldn't start to explain the thousands of choices he's made that make him a girl.

"Shit... Do you wanna go by something else? Want me to use different pronouns?" Trinity asked and sat back in her own couch spot. Dennis shook his head and drew his knees up, poking at his ice cream.

"Not really. Names, words, none of that ever made me feel like a man so I doubt they'd make me feel like more of a girl. I just... I don't wanna get on hormones or anything. I'm just a girl." Dennis said quietly and glanced at Trinity to see how she'd react.

"Alright well... I guess we're just two butch bitches in an apartment." Trinity said and Dennis cracked up laughing, throwing them both into a fit of laughter because God... they were a wreck.

Trinity starts teaching Dennis how to actually understand women's cloth sizes and takes him to the mall with her to window shop and buy "fancy" underwear. Dennis turns cherry red when Trinity brings him into Victoria secret to look at "slutty bras to wear to the bar".

heightened emotions that feel too big for his body, stressing him out, making him oversensitive and constantly on the verge of tears that's he's already embarrassed of. he hates being a crybaby, hates that it's all he's ever been. growing up and trying his best to hide his wet eyes, his hiccups and sniffles, learning to cry quiet— because if he didn't, his sadness was met only with ridicule. stop overreacting. stop manipulating your mother. stop being so loud.

so to try and stop it, to try and reel it in, he snaps. petulant, pouty. robby will touch him and he'll flinch away, snarl out a don't touch me. sometimes robby will try to talk and dennis will tell him to shut up. he's mouthy and he's difficult, and that makes him so devastated all over again, because all he's ever wanted was to be easy.

he hides in robby's closet to fix it. if he's the problem, he'll just remove himself from the situation. curl up in a pile of robby's clothes, rocking and whimpering, trying desperately to make himself feel big again. to be in control again. to stop wanting his papa so badly, to stop wanting softness so badly, to stop wanting to cry.

and that's how robby finds him, curled up and shuddering quieted cries, red-faced and broken. robby's heart hurts. he's quick to gather up his boy, ignoring the protests, ignoring the fists that beat at his shoulders and chest, only focused on keeping dennis folded into him until he calms, relaxes into the comfort robby has been trying so hard to offer. murmuring shh, shh, stop, baby, stop. you're okay. you're alright, it's papa. papa's here, baby, okay? you're okay. shh, shh, shh...

dennis is breaking, babbling all the awful thoughts that he's so careful to keep inside. begging for reassurance through whines and hiccups, sounding like a wounded puppy. apologizing over and over, saying m'sorry, m'sorry, m'so sorry, papa, please, please don' leave... please, m'so sorry for being bad! I didn' mean to! I swear I didn' mean t'be bad... m'no good... I jus' wanna be easy... m'such a bad kid.. m'sorry! m'so sorry...

robby blinks back his own tears at the sound of it, cuddles dennis closer, rocking him gently. as den's babbling fades robby carefully slips a thumb in his mouth, letting dennis take to it, suckle softly, shoulders relaxing now that he has something to help him regulate. slumping into robby, all weak and lax— so, so tired.

If that's too freaky uhhh take me to the field and shoot me <3

-@puppyjavadi

@puppyjavadi you will not be put down in the fields for this! in fact, you get a treat for this. fauxcest warning! also ageplay! maybe ageplay? idk how to do dad kink without there being a vague ageplay element tbh.

dennis couldn’t be more grateful for jack and robby.

they found him on the eighth floor that fateful night and immediately took him in. they’d become almost father figures in the time since. seeing him through his rotations, finals, graduation, and match day. dennis wasn’t an orphan, but he didn’t exactly have present, supportive parents. those two had stepped up for him in a major way. the parental wounds he used to feel had scabbed over some with the tender care he’d been given.

that parental dynamic made what they did together kinda fucking weird.

dennis was an adult! he was a queer adult man who was living with other queer adult men! it wasn’t abnormal for there to be attractions or even some contact, provided everyone wanted it.

the rest of it, however, was admittedly abnormal. they’d all started fucking, but kept treating dennis like their kid.