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Baby Groot arrives on Earth - 2F2F, a world from other worlds, a multiverse where van Diesel is actually Dominic Torretto, and Paul walker is an immortal being. Tyrese Gibson is still Roman Pierce in every way except that he’s also now the detective/car thief investigating Dr. Michael Morbius. 

As Groot grows from baby to a man in this strange new world, he aspires more and more to be like Vin Diesel. After many years, and Hobbes and Shaw spinoffs, later Groot and Dominic meet for the first time. 

In what can only be described as a reverse Pinocchio, Dominic wishes that he could be free to sway in the wind like a tree and ask the Gods switch their places by playing Kate Bush Running up that Hill real loud. 

           “Rome, we need to get out of here,” Brian hissed to Roman as soon as the door shut behind Carter Verone and Monica. Verone’s henchmen were shoving the detective out a different door as he tried to pull himself together. His stomach was bleeding from the rat’s bits and scratches, but it was the indignation on his face that revealed that his ego had taken the more brutal of beatings in the confrontation.

           “Yeah,” Roman mumbled as he watched the men leave.

           He had seen quite a few torture scenes while on the streets and in prison, but there was something inhumane in using animals in the process. Roman couldn’t care less about the cop, but he could hear the animal squeaking while still trapped in the bucket. Glancing over to it, he didn’t hesitate to nudge it over and was satisfied to see it run away.

           “Roman!” Brian hissed even louder and shoved his shoulder. “We need to tell Bilkins.”

           “Let me get a drink first, man.”

           “We don’t have time!”

           “Fuck off, Brian!” Roman turned on him and growled at his friend. They stared each other down, but he couldn’t care less as he met his friend’s hard eyes. Brian might be used to these things, or maybe not, but this had been too much. When he had been asked to go undercover, he had never thought he’d watch a man be tortured with a damn rat! This was getting out of fucking hand and Roman was man enough to admit he needed a hard drink after witnessing that. “We’ll see him in the morning.”

           “Fine.” Brian clenched his jaw. “Just don’t do anything stupid.”

           “I could say the same thing,” Roman mumbled. “Looking at Verone’s woman and all.”

           “She’s not. She’s undercover,” Brian pointed out.

           “Sure, she is.” Roman replied flatly before turning on his heel. He couldn’t be more thankful that Verone had invited them out to a club where grabbing a drink and losing his thoughts would be easy enough. He could hear Brian following him but wasn’t surprised when he split away from Roman to head towards the exit. Clubs had never been his scene, but Roman wasn’t going to let that kill his mood. Verone had already done that.

           Sliding up to the bar, Roman ordered a glass of whiskey and took his time eyeing up as many people as he could. He could still spot several of Verone’s men around the place and assumed that meant the man was still there. Even with that knowledge, Roman didn’t let that ruin him from taking a sip of his drink and plan who he wanted to dance with first.

           “And here I thought you’d leave with your friend, Pearce.”

           God fucking damnit!

           “A full bar and pretty people, why the fuck would I leave while the night’s young?” Roman mumbled into his drink as Verone leaned against the bar next to him. There weren’t enough words to describe how much Roman hated Verone and everything the man stood for. There were evil people out there and Verone was the definition.

           “That so,” Verone hummed. They stood there for a few moments, allowing the club’s noise wash over them as everyone around them gave Verone a small berth. Seemed like most of them knew who he was and didn’t want to test his patience. “Your friend seems to enjoy living on the edge. If I catch him staring at my woman one more time, it’ll be his head.”

           “I’ll let him know,” Roman responded through clenched teeth. Would this bastard ever leave him alone?

           “Now you,” Verone smirked at him. “You’ve shown restraint and I admired that in a man.”

           “That so.”

           “In fact, I think I’m going to reward you.”

           Roman side eyed Verone and had to wonder if he was going to bring over the blonde that had lured the detective to his untimely punishment. However, the other man’s face didn’t reveal anything as he kept his usual smirk on his face and waited for Roman’s answer. Downing his drink, Roman decided he was already in too deep to refuse.

           “Lead the way.”

           Verone looked like the cat that got the cream and canary as he lead Roman to the back of the club once again, and Roman desperately hoped there wasn’t a rat waiting for him. However, they walked past the room they were in earlier and went even further down the hall where the noise of the club ebbed away to reveal gentle jazz music being pumped through. With one last look over his shoulder, Verone opened the door to what looked like a hotel room. Roman wasn’t shocked there were makeshift bedrooms in the back of such a busy club, but what did surprise him was that someone was already on the bed.

           In an extremely compromising position.

           Laid completely on his back was a pale man with sweat shimmering in the low lighting. His wrists were tied together, above his head and connected to the headboard of the bed while his ankles had been tied to his thighs. He was blindfolded with a red, silk tie while a ball gag was shoved between his teeth. Soft whines were the only thing to escape past the gag as the man thrashed on the bed, throwing his head back and forth. Concerned, Roman looked him over and found the cause of his distressed.

           With his legs tied up, they were spread wide to reveal his very obvious erection and the large dildo inside of him. At the base of his cock was a ring and Roman suspected that by the color of the head of his cock, he had been stuck like that for some time. While he struggled in his bonds, it was clear that the strong vibrations from the dildo was driving him crazy and he needed relief badly.

           “Beautiful, isn’t he?” Verone whispered into his ear. Nodding dumbly, Roman couldn’t tear his eyes off the man. Satisfied, Verone chuckled before shutting the door loudly and alerting the man on the bed that someone else was in the room. “Let me introduce you.”

           Verone strode forward with ease, as if the man on the bed wasn’t groaning loudly and begging without words for release. With a faux, gentle smile on his lips, Verone brushed his fingers through the man’s sweat soaked hair and Roman couldn’t help but be fascinated as the man shoved his head closer to Verone. Looked like this was partially consensual then.

           “I’ve got a new person to play with you, Owen. Think you can handle him?” Owen for his part nodded vigorously and tried to thrust his hips up in the air seeking any type of friction. Verone didn’t do anything to help the man and simply kept petting his hair. “His name is Roman Pearce. Go easy on him.”

           Go easy on him? Roman wasn’t the one tied up!

           Glancing between the two, Roman couldn’t figure out what their relationship was. If Owen there was Verone’s fuck-toy, then why was he letting Roman touch him? It was obvious that if anyone dared look at Monica that there would be consequences, so was there a different agreement between Verone and Owen? Not knowing what to think, Roman simply walked closer to the bed when Verone motioned at him.

           As he drew closer, Roman could feel his dick twitch in excitement as he looked over Owen’s body. He was almost like a Greek god by how well defined his body was: strong muscles, legs for days, and looked so pretty all tied up. While Roman wasn’t normally able to experiment too often in the bedroom, what with being in and out of prison, he had to admit that he was far more into this than he admitted.

           “Don’t leave any permanent marks on him,” Verone warned him, pinning him with a hard look. “Other than that, he’s up for almost anything. Ask before doing anything too freaky, though. And don’t touch the ropes. Wouldn’t want him to kill you, now would we?”

           Roman stared at Verone, not knowing if that had been a horrific attempt as a joke or if he was being serious. Before he had a chance to find out, Verone had turned back to Owen and was gently undoing the gag. Spit strings came away as the ball gag was pulled out of the man’s mouth and a loud moan broke the tension.

           “Cart, please,” Owen panted and Roman felt his dick standing at full attention at that voice. Deep, breathy, and British. What more could he ask for?

           “Shh, baby,” Verone continued to brush his fingers through Owen’s hair. “Pearce is going to take care of you.”

           Owen whined in frustration and wiggled on the bed that was ultimately useless. Swallowing thickly, Roman stared down at the man and was tempted to pinch himself to see if he was dreaming or not.

           “He’s all yours, Pearce. Don’t wear him out too much, I want my turn once your done.” Verone narrowed his eyes. “I don’t let just anyone touch what’s mine, so you better appreciate this and stop messing with my guys.”

           “Yeah, I got you.” Roman nodded weakly. He’d do just about anything to get his hands on the beauty spread out on the bed. Seemingly satisfied, Verone nodded and walked past him. As the door shut behind him with a click, Roman could only stare down at the man writhing on the bed below him. How had he gotten into this?

           Leaning down, Roman carefully slipped his own fingers in Owen’s locks and was shocked at how soft his hair was. Owen whimpered and shoved his head into Roman’s hand, just like he did for Verone. Looking him over, Roman was relieved to see no wounds or anything on Owen, but he could see several old scars. A few looked life threatening and others not as much.

           “Do you need me to help you get out of here?” Roman whispered.

           “If you untie me, I will pin you down and won’t let you up until I’ve fucked you dry.” Owen hissed, teeth barred to reveal large canines. Even blindfolded and completely spread out for the taking, Roman knew he didn’t want to take that risk. Flinching back, Roman was shocked at how much venom and conviction the man had put into that threat. How had he switched between a whimpering mess and someone Roman never wanted to get on the wrong side of? “Are you going to fuck me or what?”

           A bit speechless, Roman decided that he wasn’t going to look a gift horse in the mouth. Chucking off his clothes, Roman wasted no time in crawling onto the bed and over Owen’s body. Hovering above him, Roman paused. While it was clear Owen was into all this, he couldn’t help but feel that it was somehow wrong—almost as if he was betraying someone. Sure, he had gotten after Brian for eyeing Monica up, but she was a cop while this was completely different. Owen was just a guy getting his rocks off with someone with questionable scruples. As long as he was up for it, how could Roman deny him?

           “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy,” Roman crooned and smiled at the way Owen arched his back.

           “Please, daddy!”

           “Fuck,” Roman moaned. He hadn’t even touched the other yet and he was already hard as a rock. How the flying fuck was Owen able to have this effect on him?! “That’s it baby, who’s your daddy?”

           “You! Please, daddy, make me feel good!”

           “Anything for you baby,” Roman whispered before leaning over Owen and lowering his face closer to his. He was infinitely more handsome this close up and Roman only hesitated for a moment before sealing their lips together. Owen tasted insanely sweet and didn’t hold back in the kiss, giving as good as he got. His tongue tangled with Roman’s in an intricate dance while he nipped slightly at Roman’s lips. Fireworks were going off in Roman’s brain and he never wanted to stop.

           Kneeling between Owen’s legs, Roman let his hands trail up and down his torse, feeling heated skin. Ever touch sent shivers up Owen’s body and he couldn’t believe the affect he was having on the other—it was as if they were made for each other.

           “That’s it baby, let me take care of you.”

           “Need you. Need your cock, daddy,” Owen moaned and threw his head back, revealing his long neck. Taking the opportunity, Roman brushed his lips against the large expanse of skin and sucked at the sweat that had pooled on Owen’s skin. Lavishing kisses all over his neck, Roman had to remind himself not to bite down; he could still hear Verone’s warning about leaving marks. Roman didn’t need to tempt fate by leaving hickies, no matter how desperately he wanted to.

           His hands dipped lower, and he rubbed his palm over one of Owen’s hips as his other hand gave feather-light touches to his cock. While Roman hadn’t been with another man before, he had a vague idea how things would go down and knew what he liked during sex. And by the way Owen was whining, then he must be enjoying himself. With one last nip to his lips, Roman pulled away from Owen and couldn’t help but stare at his flushed cheeks. He wanted to take the blindfold off, but he wasn’t sure of all the rules of the scene. Not wanting to test the waters too much, Roman decided to leave it be, even if he desperately wanted to see the lust in the man’s eyes.

           Roman continued to gently stroke Owen’s cock, he leaned back to view the dildo inside of Owen. His hole was stretched around the large toy and lube was dripping down his thighs, making Roman grateful he wasn’t going in dry. The toy was vibrating so hard, he was shocked it stayed inside of him. Carefully, Roman grabbed the base of the toy and stopped briefly as Owen groaned in pleasure as Roman’s nails scraped against his sensitive skin. Encouraged, Roman began pulling the toy out and was a bit concerned as it kept coming out. By the time the whole thing was out, Owen was left gaping open and Roman surprised at just how much the other could take.

           “Not everything’s about size,” Roman muttered to himself as he shut the toy off and threw it to the side. By now, Owen was a begging mess as his whole clenched on air and his body writhed in anticipation. “I’m going to make you feel so good, baby boy.”

           “Daddy, I need you!” Owen pulled on his bonds and arched his back, making a spike of pleasure rush down Roman’s spine. Nobody had every had this kind of affect on him before and he didn’t know he could feel this way.

           Roman took a deep breath before lining his dick up to Owen’s hole and pushed in slowly. The lube eased his way as his dick was enveloped in Owen’s heat, making him feel like they had been made for each other. So lost in the pleasure, Roman had to pause to let himself calm down and not blow his load right then and there. It didn’t help that Owen was trying to shove himself onto Roman’s dick, but only caused Roman to shiver in pure ecstasy.

           “So good, so good,” Roman moaned as he pushed even deeper until he finally bottomed out. Grabbing onto Owen’s hips for stability, Roman could feel every part of Owen tense up. “Scream my name, baby.”

           Without another word, Roman pulled out until only the head of his dick was inside of Owen and thrusted back in roughly. He set a fast pace, the sound of skin slapping against skin echoing in the room as Owen screaming in pleasure. With every thrust, Roman could feel himself climbing that mountain of bliss as the other clenched around him and making him see spots of black. Every single one of his nerve endings was set ablaze and Roman would knew he’d be chasing this high for as long as he lived.

           Below him, Owen let out a constant stream of noise, practically begging Roman to let him cum. His wrists were rubbed raw by the ropes, but that only seemed to spur him closer to his own orgasm. His cock was left neglected and dribbling pre-cum down itself and over the cock-ring. Reaching between them, Roman fisted Owen roughly and stroked him in time with his thrusts.

           “Daddy! Please, please I need to cum!”

           “Not yet, baby. Not yet.” Roman grunted and sped up his thrusts.

           “Fuck!”  

           The whole bed was shaking at that point and Roman wondered if they had more time if they could break it. But for now, he was satisfied leaving Owen unable to walk the next day.

           So lost in the pleasure of it all, his orgasm slammed into him out of nowhere. Hips thrusting sporadically, Roman scrambled to pull the cock-ring off of Owen.

           “Cum for me, baby boy.” Roman gasped.

           Owen screamed.

           White filled Roman’s vision as burst after burst of unimaginable pleasure coursed through him. All the while, he didn’t dare stop thrusting inside of Owen and coating the man with his cum. Finally, he slowed until he was shoved all the way inside of the other and could feel himself going limp. Panting, Roman opened his eyes to see Owen in a similar state underneath him.

           His belly was splattered with cum as he laid there completely boneless with small noises falling from his lips. The tears the blindfold hadn’t absorbed ran down his rosy cheeks and Roman didn’t hesitate to kiss his already abused lips. Unlike before, this kiss was much less rushed and Roman could feel how blissed out Owen truly was. Slow and full of unexpressed feelings, Roman wished that moment would never end.

           That was, until he heard the door open.

           “Look at that,” Verone chuckled behind him. “Not many can satisfy him.”

           Roman didn’t bother hiding his glare as he straightened up to meet Verone’s eyes. The other looked far to smug, but Roman wasn’t in any position to do much about it—he was still balls deep inside Owen, after all. Carefully pulling out, Roman made soothing noises as Owen whined at the loss and tried to close his legs around Roman to keep him from leaving.

           “It’s all right, baby. Daddy’s here.” Roman whispered, running a hand down Owen’s side. The other man sighed in content and his body relaxed at the motion. With how blissed out he looked, Roman’s fingers twitched to untie him and let him fall asleep. But, he didn’t dare as he heard Verone clear his throat. Scowling, Roman climbed off the bed and nearly dropped the towel thrown at him.

           “Clean up and get out.” Verone told him, his earlier mirth having vanished and replaced with annoyance. Grunting in response, Roman rubbed himself down before getting dressed, but when he turned to clean Owen up, Verone was there to shove him away. Narrowing his eyes, Verone barred his teeth. “Get. Out.”

           Roman could see Verone holding the large toy that had been inside Owen and a bottle of lube. “Come on, man. Let him have a break before going another round.”

           “Are you telling me what to do?” Verone hissed. The two guards that had stood by the door took a step towards them and Roman knew that he needed to make a strategic escape.

           “No.” Roman finally said. He couldn’t help but glance down at Owen and hope the other would be fine by himself. “Thanks for the reward.”

           “Don’t make me regret it, Pearce.”

           Roman simply nodded. Turning on his heel, Owen’s moan of pleasure followed him out of the room. As it shut behind him, Roman drained from all the events of the night. Deciding he was done with the club, he made his way towards the exit.

           “Stay safe, baby boy,” Roman mumbled under his breath as he glanced once last time towards the door that hid Owen.