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FILL - Dustin/Dist

[(Anonymous)]

Dist was starting to regret his decision to take revenge into his own hands.

Dustin had proved more troublesome to pin down than he expected; he already used up all the ropes he'd brought to tie Dustin to the lone kitchen chair in the scientist's house, and still he managed to thrash around with annoying persistence, nearly headbutting Dist in the gut when he wandered too close.

Another minor struggle, several ripped towels and bruises later, and Dist finally emerged victorious. And as he looked over the pajama-clad man, beaten and bloody and panting through the improvised gag threaded tight between his teeth, he realized that he'd come too far to abandon his plan now.

That is, if there had been a plan past tying Dustin up in his own house. Dist was sure he had one at some point. Must have been lost somewhere in the scuffle, he thought idly, pacing a slow circle around his quarry which watched him with weary eyes. There was some satisfaction just to see the scrawny runt in such a vulnerable position and know it--watch him seethe over his defeat and silently dread the retribution. Even if Dist wasn't sure what to do with this power just yet, he could certainly relish in it for a while. Dustin wasn't going anywhere. They had time.

Both of them grew bored of this fairly quickly.

"What to do..." Dist mused, pausing behind Dustin's back to poke his head over the other man's shoulder. Dustin's eyes flickered to meet him, egging him on. "Too easy to kill you, too uncertain to leave you here in your own filth..." He smiled wide and pulled back, continuing the circle. "...No. I think I'd like to see you squirm like the rat you are."

Dist came to a stop, facing his prey, and looked him over with calculating eyes. Dustin's response was minimal; glaring under his heavy brow, his feet occasionally twitched in futile kicks against the chair legs, but otherwise he appeared to have given up his struggle. He was far too accepting of his fate. This needed to change.

"What if," Dist purred, stepping in close to Dustin's lowered head, "I took your stupid tesla coil and strapped the nodes to your chest? Make you dread when someone finally bothers to see what's happened to you, and they set it off with the doormat? Hmm?"

Dustin grumbled something behind the cloth in his mouth. It was probably something rude, so Dist preemptively slammed a hand into his neck for it. Dustin let out a satisfying gak!, tears sprang to the corners of his eyes, but he recovered too quickly for Dist's liking. His mouth twisted into a small frown.

"...How about, little mouse," and his tone became much lower, practically breathing Dustin's air as he wheezed, "if I strap you to the lab table you have downstairs and cut a line..."

Dist traced a finger over the center of Dustin's chest, ghosting the tip of a knife running from sternum to gut.

"...from top to bottom. A live experiment, done properly."

He drummed his fingers on Dustin's navel, but when a response never came, he found his hand moved with a mind of its own. Perhaps it was an instinctive response to proximity, or some unspoken need, or just an attempt to draw something from the scientist other than that impatient stare; whatever the case, Dist found his hand down the front of Dustin's pants.

For the first time, legitimate fear sparked in Dustin's eyes.

"What is it, little man?" Dist's mouth twisted into a sneer as his fingers explored their surroundings. "...Very little man. I should have known you were overcompensating for something, but I hoped it wouldn't be so obvious."

Dustin's eyes narrowed dangerously. 'You wouldn't dare,' they said.

"What--touch you?" Dist laced his fingernails over Dustin's shaft, watching him shiver involuntarily as his face flushed red, unable to pull away. "I thought you would appreciate that kind of attention! A worm like you must not get enough of it."

It didn't take long for Dustin to become hard, and even shorter to make him start fidgeting. Once Dist's hand traced its way back down his cock and started fingering his balls, Dustin had broken into a sweat and had squeezed his eyes shut, fighting back a moan that Dist saw clearly in his gnashing teeth. "What are you so afraid of?" he murmured, voice husky in the other man's ear. "Why, it's almost as if you don't trust me..."

As if to spite him, Dustin groaned and, struggling against the ropes around his waist and thighs, arced his hips into Dist's teasing fingers. With a strange sense of satisfaction, Dist realized this was just the kind of squirming he was looking for.

His palm ran a path along Dustin's shaft as he ground against him. The scientist's efforts were becoming harried, almost desperate in how he longed for the relief that Dist's coy hand refused to provide. It was a while before Dustin's eyes squinted open again, glaring in frustrated determination.

"You won't get out of it that easily," Dist clucked, drawing a circle around Dustin's pulsing girth as he continued to writhe against him. "You'll have to be much more clever than--"

Suddenly, Dustin's prosthetic hand--snapped free from its binds while he thrust to cover up his efforts--swung around in a fist, connecting squarely with Dist's chin. Dustin would have found the sight of his captor sinking to the floor almost comical if he wasn't so breathless, or preoccupied with untying the rest of those ropes. He was out of the chair well before Dist began to regain consciousness.

Dist groaned, staring up from his crumpled heap as Dustin began to pace a circle around him. "Now...how to best make you squirm," the scientist muttered with a thin smile.

Re: FILL - Dustin/Dist

[amourtician]

waiting for part 2 tbh