Dark!Alex AU: The Tennis Ball Accidental Whump
(this drabble i just posted but for AU!alex and cam)
cw: intimate whumpers, creepy whumpers, pet whump, dubcon kiss, dubcon touch, eye whump, talk of blinding whumpee, blindfolds, creepy comfort
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Zee was crying silently, and not just from the eye that got hit with a tennis ball. He could feel that one swelling though, and soon he wouldn’t even be able to open it. He kept trying to see if his vision was alright before that happened, but it wouldn’t stop watering and blurring, like he was looking through a sheet of cellophane.
“I don’t know why you took him over there,” Cameron remarked. “He’s about as clumsy as they make them without getting it discounted as a defect.”
“He was doing just fine until he caught a ball with his eye socket,” replied Alex coolly.
Cam grabbed his chin none too gently, forced his eyelid open with his thumb. Zee whimpered, a wordless please, don't hurt me. Cam shrugged and let him go.
“It’ll be alright or it won’t, I guess.”
He covered the eye with his cupped hand protectively, but Alex was finished putting away his racquets in the closet and turned him around by the shoulders to inspect him. He tilted Zee’s chin left and right to look at the offending injury.
“I kind of like you like that.” He wiped the tears from Zee’s cheeks with both thumbs. His touch was often tender where Cam’s was careless and rough. But it was not without its own danger.
“Reminds me of the week I blindfolded you.”
“Poke his other eye out, then,” Cam said dryly. “Skip the blindfold and just blind him.”
Zee began to tremble, feeling hot and sick and more scared than he’d been in recent memory. Would they really do something like that to him? He wanted to cover his eye with his palm again but he was afraid Alex would swat it down.
“Ohh,” Alex crooned in sympathy at his visible terror. “You’re scaring him, Cameron. You always do that. He was just kidding, Zee.”
Alex took Zee’s face in his hands and leaned in slowly, gently, to place a warm kiss on his cheek. Zee’s breath caught in his throat, his heart pounding and making his swelling eyelid throb with every heartbeat. Alex kissed his other cheek, letting his lips linger on his skin a moment longer than was strictly necessary. Perhaps he could taste the salt remnants of tears. He ran a fingertip over Zee’s lips, hooded blue eyes dropping to them like he was considering kissing them, too.
“Don’t be scared, little boxie,” he murmured, eyes lifting slowly back to meet Zee's. He tilted his head in Cam’s direction. “I can’t speak for him, but I wouldn’t harm a hair on your pretty head. I like you just fine the way you are. Now let me see that. I’m serious. I won’t hurt you. Tilt your head back.”
He could do nothing but try and keep from shaking as his keeper inspected one of his most vulnerable places, working desperately against every instinct not to jerk his head away.
