A Rabbit and the Foxes
Hearts gave me the prompt:
“Come into my lair, little rabbit. Said the fox.”
She didn’t specify a pairing, so I was all confused and conflicted, but eventually something started stirring. But then she said “PAIR ALL THE THINGS? 8D” And suddenly this takes an odd turn.
It gained a life of its own. o___o
I don't even know what happened.
How do I even tag this thing?
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Tim pushes back harder against the wall, trying to get away from the figure pinning him. Unfortunately, the drug works quickly and already he can feel his body weakening. The man’s beard scratches against his bare throat and Tim’s chest hitches in a silent whimper.
“Surely you aren’t that oblivious, Timothy. You are so very intelligent.” Rough lips smile against his cheek and Tim closes his eyes, not wanting to see, “But I suppose attraction is something completely different than any other subject.”
Teeth bite at his shoulder and Tim’s eyes fly open in pain. The first things they see, however, are the collection of screens in front of them; several screens, each showing a different man. His attention flickers over them in an attempt to ignore the roaming hands.
Bart. Bruce. Clark. Damian. Dick. Jason. Kon. Remy. Others that he never could have imagined –
“Do you see it now, Timothy?” warm breath tickles his ears, making him twitch. “Every word. Every touch. All of them.”
“N-No…” Tim whispers.
“Oh yes.” A hand catches his chin and pulls, forcing him to face his offender. “You don’t realize how beautiful you are, Timothy. You are such an innately sexual being that you don’t even mean to attract others. But you do.”
The hold on his chin stops Tim from shaking his head, but he knows the man can see the protest in his eyes.
“You cannot deny it, Timothy. Not anymore.” The hand forces him to face the monitors again. “Each and every person on those screens is attracted to you to some extent. Many have tried things with you. And every time, you have remained oblivious.”
Memories run through his head at a lightning pace. Memories of interactions, of times and moments where others acted oddly, and of more than familial touches. Tim’s breath hitches and suddenly thoughts of every man on the screen flood him. Dirty thoughts. Unhealthy and perverted. Only the thumb running over his cheeks make him realize that he’s crying.
“You understand now, don’t you?” teeth scrape across one cheek, lips smearing tears and saliva. “You are attracted to them. And thus you send out your little Siren’s Song. Your scent of something to be preyed upon.”
Tim’s eyes clench shut.
“You are the rabbit who entices the fox. The foxes who then try to lead you to their lairs. Tell me, Timothy. When will you give in?”
Tim sobs, body weak and mind in turmoil. “No… Ra’s…”
A hum and the rub of lips against his, “You don’t have much of a choice anymore, little Rabbit.”
