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Duke wakes up hard, which isn’t exactly unusual. What is unusual is the warm body pressed against him, soft and oh so nice as he rolls his hips forwards languidly. Someone makes a startled grunt and Duke blinks, shaking his head as if that will dispel the pleasant fogginess that’s settled over him like a blanket. He looks up and Dick is right there, uncomfortably close, a strained smile on his face. Honestly he looks a little like he’s constipated.
“Um hi?” Duke says. He’s so confused.
Dick gives him a funny look, as if Duke’s the crazy one. “Are you alright?”
Duke shifts awkwardly and suddenly realises why Dick’s acting so weird. Duke’s hard, and naked, and pressed up against Dick who is also naked and very much hard. They’re so close that their erections are basically nestled up against each other.
“What the fuck?!” Duke yelps, jerking away. Except Dick comes with him, a strained little grunt escaping him and Duke realises with dawning horror that they’re chained together. There’s rope around their waists, tied around each leg, Dick’s pressed against the outside of Duke’s, their arms wrapped around each other in some awful parody of a hug, wrists tied tight.
“What the fuck!” Duke says again, panic swelling in his chest, crushing his lungs. He can’t breathe, can’t hear anything over the sudden pounding of blood in his ears. He feels lightheaded, like he’s going to pass out at any moment.
“Duke! DUKE!” Dick shouts, loud enough that it makes Duke’s ears ring. “You need to calm down! Take a deep breath, in, out, come on.”
Duke takes a breath, lets it all out in one shuddering exhale. Dick’s chest is pressed right up against him so he can feel the deliberate breaths he’s taking. He makes an effort to sync their breathing and the panic eventually recedes to something a little more tolerable.
“Holy shit,” Duke says, when he no longer feels like he’s seconds from blacking out.
Dick’s gaze is intense on his face. “You okay?”
“Yeah, well no. What the fuck is happening?”
Dick grimaces. “I’m not sure. We must have been drugged because I don’t remember anything, and because...well.” His gaze flicks downwards and Duke can’t help the way his cheeks flush at the reminder.
Duke racks his brains for how he could possibly have ended up in this situation, but all it gets him is a blank fog of nothing and the beginnings of a headache. He’s not even sure what day it is. “I can’t remember anything either.”
“I haven’t been awake much longer than you.” Dick says with a shrug. “So you know as much as I do.”
Fantastic. So they’ve been drugged and tied together and they have no idea why or who did this. They’re not wearing their masks but that doesn’t mean that they weren’t targeted as vigilantes. Which adds a whole different level to this because now someone possibly knows their secret identities. There’s so many variables that it’s making Duke’s head hurt to think about.
He takes a moment to look around. They’re in some kind of bedroom, small and kind of fancy, but in the non-descript way that hotel rooms are. They’re lying on top of the sheets, but Duke isn’t cold at all, in fact he feels insanely warm, sweat already forming where he and Dick are pressed together, although that could be to do with whatever they’ve been drugged with.
“But why would anyone want to do...this?”
Dick’s jaw clenches, his gaze shifting to the side. Duke’s not stupid, he knows exactly what sort of sicko would want someone drugged into arousal and tied up on a bed. What he doesn’t get is why they’ve been tied together, why it’s them and not any of the other number of vigilantes.
“I’m sure we’ll find out soon enough,” Dick says bitterly. “Any chance you can get free?”
Duke’s pretty sure that if Dick can’t get free, there’s no way he will. Still he tests the restraints anyway, twisting his wrists and legs to see if there’s any give in the ropes, any way to slip free. All he succeeds in doing is cutting his wrists with the rope, and rubbing up against Dick embarrassingly.
Dick’s face is bright red when Duke finally gives up, breathing a little shallow. Duke isn’t doing much better. The pain in his wrists had distracted him a little, but now all he can seem to focus on is just how good Dick feels against him, cock hard and hot, velvety soft. Duke can’t help the way his hips hitch, chasing the delicious friction. Dick gives a little gasp and Duke bites his lip hard enough to sting, forcing himself to stay still. This is awkward and embarrassing enough without Duke acting like a horny teenager.
“I’ll take that as a no,” Dick says breathlessly. It’s reassuring to know that he’s as affected as Duke is, even if neither of them actually want this.
“I can’t get out of these ropes,” Duke admits. “But maybe we could get to the door if we work together?”
Even as he says it he knows it probably wouldn’t work. With the way they’re tied together, hip to hip, their feet aren’t equal, which means even if they coordinate enough to shuffle, they couldn’t both have their feet on the ground. And with the way their legs are tied it would be too awkward for one of them to just kind of carry the other. The only feasible way would be squirming or rolling across the floor and honestly, Duke thinks he’d rather just deal with whatever happens than have to wriggle over the floor whilst tied to Dick like this.
“We could try,” Dick says a little dubiously, eyeing the pathway to the door. He looks as unsure as Duke feels.
Duke makes a half-hearted attempt to wriggle their way to the edge of the bed, but it quickly becomes apparent that whatever this drug is, it’s only getting worse. Even the slightest movement has sparks shooting up Duke’s spine, like every single nerve in his body is somehow connected to his cock. If he’s not careful he’s going to make a mess all over Dick.
“Okay, this isn’t working,” Dick gets out from between gritted teeth. There’s a lovely flush over the bridge of his nose, hair falling damply over his eyes, skin shining under the bright light of the room. Duke wants to get his mouth on him, wants to pin him down and fuck him. And woah, okay, he knows Dick is attractive, he’s got eyes after all, but he’s never felt like this about him before. Dick’s like his older brother.
Dick makes a soft, strangled noise. He’s breathing hard, mouth wet and open, eyes fixed on Duke’s own lips. Duke has the sudden urge to lean forwards and kiss him. He shoves it down furiously, squeezing his eyes shut so he doesn’t have to look at Dick’s face.
“We’re so doomed,” he moans.
Dick doesn't reply, which is confirmation enough. Duke is burning up from the inside, his skin prickling with the need to do something, but every time he shifts, trying to relieve the discomfort, it only makes it worse. He’s so turned on it hurts. He can’t think of a way out of this, can’t think at all.
Dick is so tense he’s trembling. Duke can’t seem to stop himself from hitching his hips slightly, desperate for a little friction on his aching cock. Dick doesn’t stop him, even though Duke is rubbing up against him like a horny frat boy.
“Duke,” Dick says, strangely quiet. Duke opens his eyes and Dick is staring at him. Shock spears through Duke’s chest, sudden and painful, because Dick looks like he’s about to cry, and yeah Duke knows this situation is bad, but he didn’t think Dick would react like this. Dick is supposed to be the cool, calm, and collected one.
“What?” Duke chokes out. “What’s wrong?”
“I’m sorry,” Dick says. His voice is wobbling. Duke has no idea what he could possibly be apologising for. It’s not like it was his fault they got captured. Or was it? Maybe Dick has remembered something from before.
“What do you have to be sorry for?” Duke asks. He sounds as unhinged as he feels.
“For- for anything that might happen. I just- I’m sorry. I want you to know that.”
That doesn’t help at all. “What? What’s going to happen?”
Dick’s gaze flicks down to where Duke is still rubbing himself up against him. He hadn’t even realised he was still doing it. It clicks together embarrassingly slowly, the pieces slotting into place to reveal a horrifying picture.
“Wait, you think they want us to...with each other?!”
Dick’s face is pale, his mouth pinched. “Maybe.”
Duke swallows hard against the rising nausea. God, God, Dick’s probably right. The thought of it sends a cold chill down Duke’s spine. It was one thing knowing someone else wanted to hurt them, it’s another thing entirely knowing they want them to hurt each other. Duke can’t do it. He can’t have sex with Dick, can’t rape him. Because that’s what it would be. They’d want...what? Dick to fuck him? Him to fuck Dick? Either way Duke’s going to end up hating himself.
He can’t stop thinking about it, about what’s going to happen, and the horror of it is twisting up with the artificial heat in his gut. He’s picturing Dick above him, face painted with guilt as he thrusts into him, picturing himself holding Dick down and fucking into the heat of him. Disgust and fear swells in his chest, but right along with it is lust. He’s getting hot thinking of them raping each other.
“I’m going to be sick,” he slurs and Dick’s eyes go wide. Duke manages to turn his head so he throws up mostly on himself. He doesn’t feel any better afterwards. The smell of vomit stings his nose, the liquid sticky and uncomfortable on his bare skin.
“Maybe we should try the door again,” Dick says, nose wrinkled.
Duke just nods, feeling wrung out and strangely emotional. He takes back his earlier sentiment, he’d happily drag himself across the floor with his tongue if it meant getting out of this mess. Dick pulls Duke even closer, tucking his face into Duke’s shoulder, then rolls them. It works, kind of, and they roll over the edge of the bed. Duke lands on top and Dick makes a pained, wheezing noise. At least with the way he tucked his face in, he avoided hitting his head.
“You okay?” Duke asks. All this movement has not helped with the whole hard and horny situation. Even the smell of vomit isn’t putting a damper on his arousal.
“Yeah,” Dick wheezes. “Just give me a moment.”
Duke’s still not entirely sure what they’re going to do when they actually reach the door. He’s not sure they could get themselves upright enough to reach the handle, and even if they did, what are they going to do once they get outside? There’s no way they’ve been left here with no guards whatsoever, and it’s not like they can fight them like this. The most they can do is wriggle menacingly. Maybe any guards will just fall over laughing at them.
It turns out Duke doesn’t need to worry about it because before Dick can get his breath back the door is opening. Duke almost doesn’t want to look, doesn’t want to see whichever sick bastard is responsible for their predicament.
“Well,” the man says. It’s not a voice Duke recognises, and when he finally looks up, he finds he doesn’t know the face either. “What have you boys gotten yourselves into, hm?”
Dick’s expression is furious, eyes blazing, teeth bared in a snarl. Duke wishes he could dreg the same anger up, but all he finds is an insidious, trembling fear. He wants to bury his face in Dick’s shoulder and hide, but Duke isn’t a coward. He’s a vigilante, he’s Signal.
So he sets his jaw and keeps his eyes fixed on the man’s face, even as he gets close enough to reach down and grab onto one of Dick’s arms and the rope around their waist. He’s surprisingly strong, hefting both of them up onto the bed. They bounce against the mattress a little, and Duke grits his teeth hard against the moan that wants to escape at the friction against his cock.
“Much better,” the man says, a slow, predatory smile creeping across his face. “Now, let’s get started shall we?”