#cibert

Flambae | Chad's Father/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man

Chapters: 1/?

Fandom: Dispatch (Video Game)

Rating: ExplicitWarnings: No Archive Warnings Apply

Relationships:

Flambae | Chad/Flambae | Chad's Father/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man

Flambae | Chad/Robert Robertson | Mecha Man

Characters:

Robert Robertson | Mecha Man

Flambae | Chad's Father (Dispatch)

Flambae | Chad (Dispatch)

Flambae | Chad's Sibling (Dispatch)

Flambae | Chad's Niece (Dispatch)

Flambae | Chad's Family (Dispatch)

Shroud | Elliot Connors

Chase | Track Star (Dispatch)

Additional Tags:

Alternate Universe - Canon Divergence

Slow Burn

Polyamory

Polyamory Negotiations

Poly V Relationship Hinge Robert Robertson

Age Difference

Found Family

Hurt/Comfort

Fluff

Fluff and Smut

Porn with Feelings

Eventual Happy Ending

Daddy Kink

Dom/sub Undertones

Power Dynamics

Praise Kink

Established Relationship

Getting Together

Developing Relationship

Jealousy

Possessive Behavior

Protectiveness

Sugar Daddy

Secret Identity

Canon-Typical Violence

Magical Pregnancy

Mpreg | Male Pregnancy

arranged marriage vibes without the arrangement being legally required

Villain Rehabilitation

Robert Robertson | Mecha Man Has Daddy Issues

Robert Robertson | Mecha Man is Down Bad

Shroud | Elliot Connors is Robert Robertson | Mecha Man's Parent

Explicit Sexual Content

Subspace

Orgasm Denial

Double Penetration

Sexual Overstimulation

Accidental Voyeurism

Sex Toys Under Clothing

A hand trailed up his thigh, over his thigh; the slender, calloused fingers travelling over his hip, his abs.

"Good morning, sweet boy," SunSpire greeted with a smirk, pushing aside the silk sheets covering his body. Half-lidded, glazed over eyes flicked up to meet his own, pupils so blown out that his normally bright brown eyes were nearly entirely dark.

Robert mewled around the hardening member in his mouth, his tongue pressing against the underside. Stroking him. Cirus groaned his pleasure, burying his own fingers in Robert's hair.

Just as the sun woke with Cirus, Cirus woke with Robert; marrow to bone, tide to moon.

"We both know you can take more than that."

Cirus pressed against Robert, pushing him further down his length. He watched reactionary tears build at the corners of Robert's eyes as he pressed into the tight, wet heat of his throat.

"Good boy," Cirus moaned as he buried the full length of his cock inside his consort, lips planted firmly against Cirus's hips - his favourite kind of good morning kiss.

Cirus held Robert in place for as long as he could stand it, before easing the pressure and letting him rise all the way up to the tip of his dick again. Robert placed his second kiss of the day there, sweet and chaste, before he began to lave his tongue over the head.

Cirus pushed again. All the way down, then back up by half. Together, they built up a rhythm until Cirus was fucking his lover's face properly, tears spilling over Robert's cheeks and mixing with the drool and spit spilling across Cirus's hips. All the while, Robert made those pretty sounds he was so good at making; little moans and whines of pleasure.

It wasn't long before Cirus was burying Robert's nose against his body, spilling deep down his throat with a low growl of satisfaction.

For just a brief moment, Robert's brown eyes shone with an unnatural, bright blue light, his whole body shuddering. His lids drooped shut and he suckled Cirus through his climax, the vibrations of his moaning a constant throughout.

Cirus smiled at his consort as he relaxed against the silk sheets of their shared bed, carding his fingers through the soft brown hair. He knew Robert would be more than happy to remain here for the entire day, if he let him, happily cradled between Cirus's muscular thighs and warming his cock.

It was hard to imagine that just one year ago, Robert had been brought to the SunSpire Citadel at the heart of Cirus's Kingdom in chains, a golden muzzle strapped to his beautiful, ferocious face. For the biting, his priests told him. One of them had learned to keep away from that clever little mouth of Robert's the hard way and had lost a thumb for it.

It had been worth the effort to earn Robert's trust; to tame him and soothe his fears. Now all that was left was Cirus's sweet boy; his beloved consort.

As a part of him as breath and thought, hands and fingers.

For the longest time, his earliest memories were those of the sun.

Half-remembered moments where he thought he could see a man with eyes bright like the sun staring down at him, a smile on a blotted-out face. A voice in the distance asking him to stay, to wait just a moment longer when he was walking down a street. Whispered words of comfort after another daily beatdown, struggling to get up from the floor and keep fighting.

Most of the time it was things like wisps of smoke at the periphery of his vision, yet he never saw anything when he turned to look. In the end, trying to mention it to anyone only taught him to ignore these weird occurrences until they became nothing to him; just echoes that made his ears ring as if he just heard his name, except it was wrong and he should stop listening.

He could still remember the way warm hands had cradled his face one time after an awful nightmare he couldn’t quite remember anymore―it was a memory, of burning―of something that didn’t happen. The warmth lingering long after those fragmented things haunting him faded away with the risen sun.

Those blurry memories of things that never happened were the furthest thing in his mind as he clawed his way out of the wreckage he’d made of himself and staring at the metal buried in his gut, relieved at the idea that this torment was finally over. That he could finally rest after all these awful years of breaking and pushing himself to fight the way his father had taught him. That he could lay down somewhere, close his eyes and just let go.

Then, because the universe couldn’t let him have one thing, the one thing he’d been asking for when he willingly threw himself into that trap―he woke up.

After all, why should he get what he wanted, if he still had a duty to fulfill?