Rabbotcest where they fight over you… well, not necessarily fight. More-so an argument. Which is nothing new, really. Robby and Jack argued even before they got married, hell, even before they officially befriended each other.
Most of the time Jack was always right, and Robby knew that. He’d never accept it until too late, of course. But this time Robby is right. He knows what he’s doing to you is wrong, knows he’s grooming you into something you shouldn’t be. No father should ever treat their daughter the way he does.
Begs and demands for Jack to tell him to stop, to give him the strength to put an end to taking advantage of you. Face red with anger and sadness and Jack just can’t fucking do it. He can’t lose this. He’s so sick and depraved that he doesn’t think he could live another day without such a unique family bond.
Forcing himself to grimace as he shakes his head, despite having no desire to give Robby’s pleas the time of day, he still feigns guilt. Tone quiet but firm as he ducks his head to keep eye contact with his husband, “You know I can’t.”
“You can! You can- you bastard! She’s our daughter. My daughter.” Jack would take the weak hits to the chest as Robby attempts to force his tears back, broken sobs escaping as he shakes his head. “We’ve ruined her.”
“I know.” Jack swallows, running his fingers through Robby’s hair gently. “Fuck, man, I know.”
