Cuz Briar and Zach won't indulge me so I gotta write it myself.
it's probably ooc as heckie but they're not my characters and I tried
It had been a pretty fruitful night for theft and blood. The seedy backdoor cabaret Dodge and Mikel had looted from had a few too many security thugs, and both men were pretty bruised as they landed on Dodge’s living room carpet.
“You alright, boss?” Dodge asked, wiping lavender blood off of his cut lip. Mikel grunted, getting off the ground and flopping onto the nearest couch.
Dodge stood and brushed himself off, turning to study the Sin’s face. His usual scowl was accentuated by a growing bruise on his cheek where he’d been backhanded and his molten red sin eye was starting to puff up around a single cut over his brow.
“What are you looking at, Dodge?” Mikel sneered, reaching into his pocket and pulling out a cigarette, placing it between his lips.
“Boss- no!” Dodge objected, not wanting to deal with the smell of nicotine in his living room AGAIN.
“Fucking stop me.” Mikel spat, taking out his lighter.
“C'mon Mikel… here, lemme get you a drink instead.” Dodge hurried to the wet bar to prepare something to distract Mikel. Mikel’s cold blue and red gaze followed the traveler, but he put away the cigarette.
“Something strong” was all he said. Dodge looked for the bottle with the highest alcohol content and poured it in a glass for the Sin.
Mikel didn’t even glance at it before chugging it straight down his throat. He gave a grunt, which probably meant he approved and nodded at Dodge again.
“Another”
“What’s the magic word~?” Dodge teased, swishing his hips. Mikel’s scowl grew more pronounced.
“Please get it before I smash your fancy-ass bar to get it myself.” he spoke, gritting his teeth
Dodge gave a smirk and reached to take the glass.
Mikel, however, simply crushed the fragile receptacle and grabbed the entire bottle out of the portal child’s hand.
Dodge just smirked, stepping back and watching Mike’s fangs catch the rim of the bottle as he drank
“I’ll go get a first aid kit” he said, glancing again at the tiny cut.
Mikel grunted again in reply taking any long swig. Dodge went to find the kit.
He returned to the living room and raised his eyes when he saw the PARTY sized bottle empty on the floor at Mike’s feet. He wasn’t worried about Alcohol poisoning, he knew Mikel could only die from lack of Wrath, but he still looked up in concern at his boss.
Mikel had folded over, resting his side on the armrest of the couch, head back, eyes shut, legs sprawled out in their Once-lery way.
“Didn’t know you were such a lightweight boss ” Dodge smiled. Not his usual flirtatious grin, but a genuine smile at the sleeping guard dog. He took out a band-aid and was attempting to find the best way to put it on without disturbing him-
“m'not a fucking lightweight” Mikel mumbled, expert reflexes grabbing Dodge’s freckled wrist. But the grip was slack, not with the usual strength Wrath possessed. Dodge eyed him and Mikel opened his own eyes, barely a slit, to look back
“SURE you’re not, boss” the traveler replied, releasing himself from the Sin. Mikel looked on before closing his eyes again, hand dropping to his side. Dodge internally chuckled and carefully sat on the larger man’s lap, bandaid and antiseptic cotton swab ready.
He carefully dabbed at the open cut. Mikel gave a slight hiss but stayed otherwise still as Dodge patched him.
“There” Dodge leaned back slightly to check his handiwork. It was only a tiny cut, nothing compared to the numerous gaping scars that decorated Mike’s body, but still.
He didn’t understand much about the Sin, but he did know that Mikel’s blood was limited and he couldn’t afford to lose much. So even a small fresh wound could be dangerous compared to the already bleeding pre-existing slices of old blood all over him.
All the Sins were technically ‘dead’. Dodge knew that. But whatever had killed Wrath-ler, judging from the sheer number of deep flesh wounds it must have been a bloody, violent mess.
He continued to survey the Sin in silence and contemplation. The thought of Wrath and his brutal end evoked a swelling wave of uncharacteristic emotion within Dodge. Unthinkingly, he placed his tiny palms over the sides of Mikel’s face and kissed him deeply.
“I will protect you above all else… I will take a bullet for you” Dodge murmured the lines of his 'contract’ amidst the affection. Dodge always found them stupid and hella sentimental, but he couldn’t stop them from spilling out in earnest from his lips, the desire to keep Mikel Wrath pumping through his bloodstream and pounding in his ears.
“Aeterna Devotione” the foreign Latin words slipped out of his mouth between the soft kisses “Aeterna Devotione, boss”
Dodge pressed another and another kiss to Mikel’s alcohol saturated lips. Though despite his gentleness, Dodger’s body stayed tense and ready, waiting for the Sin to shove him off and kick him around. Of all things KISSES were Mikel’s hard limit and Dodge was disobeying that. But he was prepared for whatever punishment Mikel would dish out.
It came in the form of a weak shove.
“No…” Mikel slurred as Dodge landed ass first on the thick carpet. The empty bottle of whiskey rattled as it’s contents caught up to the Sin.
Dodge’s cheeks tinged a slight lilac but he stood up again, unabashed.
“Boss… let’s go to bed.” He attempted to hoist the much bigger man’s arms over his wiry frame, trying to pull the both of them up. Mikel quietly complied, resting his weight over Dodge’s shoulders in a tipsy grip.
That lasted less than 3 seconds before Mikel mis-stepped and crashed to the floor, Dodge in tow.
Dodge groaned from the floor for the third time that night. He was flat on his stomach, and Wrath’s huge frame was sprawled completely over him. Ok, he’d just make a portal to his bed, no WAY he could get out from here, much the less CARRY 200 pounds of solid muscle.
He struggled to pull his hands together to create the tear and trying not to suffocate when he froze.
Mikel’s ice-like fingers had grabbed his gelled-up hair. Not that THAT bothered him, but the fact that the Sin’s finger was barely millimeters away from the most sensitive strip of skin right behind his ear…
In an instant Dodger was gripping onto the carpet, teeth clenched, body arched back into Mikel’s touch as the Sin drunkenly thumbed his sweet spot.
He was helpless, the sensation sending electric shivers up and down his body. How did Mikel know about this!? But that was the last coherent thought in his mind as pleasure and sensitivity fought for dominance within him. In a haze of arousal and sexually charged energy the Tear child unknowingly started to shift his hips as best he could - crotch against the carpet, ass against Mikel- anything, anything to feel the release his body begged for from those cold fingertips caressing behind his lobe.
Abruptly Mikel’s hand slid off to grab Dodger’s neck. Sluggishly, the Sin turned over to roll off the smaller man with a grunt.
Dodger was still pressed into the carpet, the fine hairs on his body standing on end. He was still panting, fingers and toes curled up in desperation. So Mikel DIDN’T know, thank God.
He gave a labored gasp and turned to glance at the Sin. Mikel had closed his eyes, resigned to staying right there with no intention of getting up till his head cleared.
Dodger pushed himself off the carpet, legs apart, insides still throbbing with desire. Whatever… he could handle this. Mikel was obviously in no state to help him out anyway.
Still trembling slightly he stood to get a couch pillow for boss. He knelt next to the Sins head and attempted to lift the matted mane on his head to somehow position him more comfortably.
Mikel gave a groan, a heavy hand attempting to swat Dodge away.
“Fine, just… stay there.” Dodge mumbled, stepping away. The sensation had decreased a little, he wasn’t as intensely in need as earlier. He sighed and gave a last look at Mikel.
Another throb from within reminded him that the dark mushroom was just as serviceable, if not superior to his numerous “toys”. Dodge bit his lip. Should he…?
Mikel was piss drunk, but he wouldn’t care if Dodge took a taste, would he? They were already aware of each others boundaries anyway, they weren’t like dumb teens who had just started dating.
Yeah. Mikel wouldn’t care.
Making up his mind he stripped off his tank and bottoms then carefully crawled over to Mikel.
Unzipping the Sin’s jeans and lowering his boxers, Dodge impatiently sat over the flaccid dick. It wouldn’t stay down long, Dodge gave an appreciative moan as his heated lower lips caught the Sin’s cold flesh, the contrast in their temperatures delicious against the tear man’s needy entrance.
Mikel grunted and opened a blue eye to look at Dodge. Dodge licked his lips seductively, prepping up the shaft till it was nice and hard before fumbling in Mikel’s pocket for a condom. He rubbered up the thick cock and finally positioned himself to thrust onto Mikel.
“Ahhh Boss, yeah that’s - ” Dodge never knew to stay quiet as he rode Mikel’s girth. God, he was nothing special in terms of size, but right now, feeling the Sin penatrating him was ecstasy. Normally Mikel would pound him senseless, Dodge rarely got to enjoy having sex before it was over. So he was definitely going to make the most of Mikel while he could.
His hand reached to find his swollen clit and began to tug and pull in time with his movements on Mikel.
“Ahhh, mmmMikel~” Dodge sang out. The boy never stayed quiet, preferring to let it all out, moaning quietly with every movement. His eyes were screwed shut, he could feel himself start to build up towards his climax-
An icy palm grabbed his throat mid-moan.
“You sound… like a whore” Mikel slurred. Dodge attempted to smirk at him through the choke hold.
“Don’t - act- like - you… don’t… love it” Dodge wheezed. But instead of letting go of his neck, Mikel pulled him forward locking him in what should have been a rough kiss.
But the alcohol was still heavy in Wrath’s blood. He managed a sloppy peck, his hand sliding down Dodge’s neck to rest at his boob.
Dodger was so surprised he completely ceased moving.
“The fuck did you stop?” Mikel mumbled. His other hand took hold of Dodge’s ass and squeezed, attempting to get him to move again as Mikel himself started to sluggishly push in and out of the Portal master’s heat.
Dodge felt his entire body heat up, not in lust but in… something else entirely as Mikel slowly fucked him. The lilac tinge grew to a full violet bloom on his cheeks, he was unused to this… gentleness.
He took a deep breath to steady his lungs and began to match Mikel’s pace, taking his muscular shoulders to steady himself. Mikel responded by stroking up Dodger’s ass and wrapping his arms tight around the portal master, pressing his hot skin to his ice cold torso, closing any space between them.
Dodge gasped at the frosty body against him, his face automatically pulled against Boss’s cheek. He could feel his heart thudding against Mikel’s, they’d never been this close before. Dodge hesitantly brushed his lips over Wrath’s.
Instead of recoiling, Mikel grunted into Dodger’s mouth, his tongue flicking against the pale purple lips. Dodger opened his mouth, his own tongue finding the Sin’s. He carefully explored along the alcohol saturated fangs, twisting and dancing with Mikel’s tongue as Mikel continued to buck slowly into him.
Mikel’s hand again found the back of Dodge’s head and his fingertips again curled into the luxuriously soft brown hair.
“Boss-” Dodge broke the impassioned kiss and seized up as Mikel again found the spot behind his ear “Mikel- Mikel it’s - fffuuckk”
And he felt the heavy release rush out of him, his body arching and writhing in Mikel’s grasp.
“M'not DONE yet… Dodger…nnng so wet…”
Mikel still kept a tight hold on Dodge as he shivered in aftershocks, and with a few more thrusts of his own and an audible growl he finally released.
Dodge rolled off onto Mikel’s left side. He took the condom off and watched the thick heat ooze out before turning to eye the Sin.
Sex had exhausted Wrath and now he was fully asleep, his body curling up into the younger’s. Dodge placed a palm over his cheek, still unable to believe the intimate tryst between the two of them had occurred and he hadn’t just dreamt this all.
He smoothed out the Sin’s hair and left a last soft kiss to his lips, hoping (or dreading?) that Mikel wouldn’t remember any of this come morning before falling asleep in Boss’s strong arms.
Its a Dodge story, friends, so it comes with Dodge related content 8,)
WEEK 0
Dodge was practically suffocated in Mikel’s chest, unable to move, unable to BREATHE in the much taller man’s arms. He had fallen asleep on the floor of Dodger’s room, likely exhausted from the bout of bloodshed and theft and the tryst afterwards. Boss had been extra ‘happy’ with him today, and Dodge’s insides were still sore from the raw pounding he’d recieved earlier.
Dodge’s brow furrowed as he felt the hot liquid still slowly ebbing out between his legs, sharply contrasting with Mikel’s cold thighs pressed up on his crotch.
He’d take a plan B tomorrow. He was quit literally trapped under Wrath’ s body, so he couldn’t really do anything till Mikel got off him anyway. He settled against the Sin’s tight embrace, listening to the strong heart beat.
Despite the fact that being smothered and helpless being something Dodger HATED, he felt strangely alright in this near-chokehold. He glanced up at Mikel’s face.
The Sin was almost calm in his sleep, shaggy mane of ebony hair falling over his forehead, round face and button nose a lot less intimidating in his slumber. Mikel was almost a different person asleep.
But he would always be Boss.
In an uncharacteristic rush of emotion, Dodge pressed his lips to the sleeping dog.
“A-Aeterna Devotione” Dodger managed to breathe out.
“Mm.” Mikel groaned in his sleep, cuddling his warm cat closer to his body. “Love you too”
Dodge’s eyes nearly popped out of his sockets. Fu-cking-What????
He had most likely misheard- that was- yeah no- impossible. Dodge felt the familiar flush of purple of embarrassment on his cheeks and forced himself to forget that. He hastily shut his eyes, ignoring the erratic beating of his heart.
And also forgetting the hot seed in his body.
WEEK 3
“Keep up, Dodge.” Mikel growled impatiently as the pair was darting through the shadowy streets, arms filled with pricey bags of stolen loot, police sirens blaring behind them
“Right-behind-you-boss!” Dodger panted, attempting to keep up with Wrath. Normally he didn’t break a sweat, his limber body was actually faster than Mikel’s at times. But right now he just felt exhausted, despite the night having just begun.
It wasn’t till the third time Dodger stumbled that Mikel doubled back and threw him over his shoulder.
Dodger weakly clung to the Sin, attempting to tear open a portal. Embarrassing, him and Mikel should have easily been take out these cops. Yet Dodge felt weak and dizzy, and he didn’t want Mikel facing them alone.
In a purple flash they were on the lawn of Sin mansion. Dodge fell weakly into the grass.
“What the FUCK was that, Dodger?!” He felt the heel of Mikel’s boot dig into his shoulder. Dodger winced in pain, closing his eyes in self disappointment. What was wrong with him??
“Won’t happen - ghh- won’t happen again boss.”
Mikel glared at the portal child. Normally he would have kicked him around a few times, but something deep inside told him to let it go. He roughly picked up Dodger’s by the arm.
“The fuck…?” and Mikel saw actual TEARS dripping out of the other’s eyes.
“I gotta go- I think I’m sick or something” Dodger hastily wiped his eyes, staring at the moisture on his hands like it was an alien substance “You can punish me later, master.” he attempted his usual flirty smile “I’ll look forward to it~”
Mikel just stared as Dodger teared away, only now noticing the extremely potent scent of cinnamon he left behind.
WEEK 4
Dodge had been ready and beyond willing to take punishment from Master, but Mikel had brushed it off. Dodge had made up for it of course, he was the Artful Dodger after all.
He watched Mikel ravaging the blood from the victims the portal child had brought for him, angry, criminal specimens filled with Sin. But Mikel didn’t seem as enthusiastic as usual as he purified the blood from the humans.
“What’s up, Boss?” Dodger asked “Not mad enough for you?”
Mikel looked up from his victim, fangs and lips ruby red from blood.
“They’re ok.” Mikel barked in reply. But clearly his heart wasn’t in it, his blue and lava eyes flicking back to Dodger every so often. Not that Dodge didn’t enjoy the attention, he casually leaned back, spreading his legs and raising a knee.
“Maybe you’re losing your touch. You’re what, 95 old man?”
It took exactly 2 seconds for Mikel to growl and start ripping off Dodge’s pants.
“Even before getting me dinner, boss?” Dodge teased as Mikel flipped him around. Mikel gave his regular grunt and Dodge got on his hands and knees. It took a minute for the Sin to unzip (and rubber up) before Mikel roughly grabbed Dodger’s pale freckled hips and thrust inside full force.
Dodge arched up into Mikel’s frosty touch, ass rolling back against the shaft. It was surprisingly easy, despite them not having used any form of lubricant. Dodger clenched up on the deliciously hardened cock inside his body.
“Mm, you like that boss?” Dodge trilled, bucking up to match Mikel’s quick thrusts “Enjoying- yourselfffffuck” he bit his lip as Mikel hit him in exactly the right spot.
Mikel suddenly yanked back Dodger’s hair, lifting his arms off the ground.
“I’m not the only one, slut” he whispered in his dangerous voice, punctuating each word with a deep thrust “you’re-so-fucking-WET”
Dodge’s eyebrows shot up in surprise. He knew his own body well enough that he could tell when he’d cum, that didn’t make any sense, he hadn’t-
His thoughts were interrupted with a cry of pain as he felt Mikel’s canines sink into his neck.
Dodger loved to be bitten, he loved the way Mikel’s red eye glowed in satisfaction, the way the lilac blood stained like sparkling liquid amethyst on Mikel’s lips, the deep lavender fang marks that took weeks to heal, all symbols that Mikel thought his blood was desirable, that HE was desirable.
So he couldn’t explain his sudden innate fear of losing any of his precious blood.
“S-stop” Dodge murmured quietly. Mikel must not have heard, he was busy lapping up the delectable cinnamon syrup dripping out of Dodger’s wound.
“Mikel please…” he felt himself go limp, the world starting to spin and fade before his eyes. “Mi… kel…”
And then he was out like a candle.
He woke up in Mikel and Peyton’s room. Odd, he never really hung out here (The kid was HELLA irritating) and noticed Mikel at the foot of the bed, watching him.
Dodger gave a weak smile “Sorry Boss… guess I wasn’t feeling it-”
Mikel crawled up next to him, examining his neck.
He must have taken off the collar because Dodger finally felt a clumsy bandage wrapped around his own neck.
“Can’t even handle a nip” Mikel’s calloused finger ran over the bandage “Fucking weak-ass puss”
“YOUR weak-ass puss, Boss” Dodger corrected, closing his eyes at the cold finger, so soothing against his hot skin.
Mikel paused before placing his entire hand around Dodger’s neck, in a choke hold.
“MY weak-ass puss” he growled posessively. Dodger felt a jump of excitement in his nethers at the sheer entitlement in Mikel’s voice, but the rest of him couldn’t help but grimace in pain.
His own freckled hands grabbed Mikel’s wrist to stop him from squeezing any harder. Mikel immediately released him, but Dodge didn’t let go.
On pure instinct Dodge brought Mikel’s hand to his lips. Easing off the glove, his tongue weakly touched the scars of Envy and Wrath.
His own fake fang caps were dull, but they still managed to tear into the flesh of the X. Mikel hissed in pain but didn’t stop Dodger as the tear child began to lap up the blood forming at the back of Mikel’s palm.
Dodger was pretty big on bloodplay, but he was never a fan of drinking the stuff. Yet as he lapped up the Sinful red liquid, he felt invigorated, like this was exactly what he needed. The lack of energy from the past few weeks vanished abruptly and he sat up, sucking away at Mikel’s hand like a starved kitten.
Mikel finally pulled away his arm, staring at the Portal child in silence.
“Thanks boss” Dodger purred as he stretched out. Mikel continued to just stare.
“What’s the matter, Mikel? Cat got your tongue?” he crawled up to Wrath, catlike eyes gleaming as he sat between the Sin’s legs.
“Y'know boss, Blood isn’t the only thing I’m good at sucking~” he whispered, his hand trailing up the distressed fabric of Mikel’s jeans, over his thighs and stopping at the zipper over his crotch.
And he proved just how good he was with the dark mushroom quick as he could before Peyton returned.
WEEK 7
A missed period was the last of Dodger’s concerns, where the HELL was Mikel!?? He didn’t care for Dreamler’s theory, for Zel’s explanation, there had to be some place some TIME he could find Boss.
He combed through every plane of existence he could find, every dimension, every timeline. He found other Wraths, other Once-lers but not MIKEL.
It was useless. Mikel was gone.
Mikel was gone.
He didn’t want to go to the 'funeral’ Zel had arranged, but he knew he had to. Zero would be there, and if there was anyone in the world that could understand what he felt, it was Fort Flotsam’s most wanted.
WEEK 8
He stood quietly next to Zero in the Sin Mansion 'graveyard’
Mikel used to come here often, to tend to Jack’s grave. Dodger always secretly envied Jack. He’d told himself to get over Boss’s dead ex, but he couldn’t help the lurch of fury as he noted Zel had put Wrath’s gravestone between Jack Envy and Peyton Envy.
He barely listened as Face prattled off his respects. Zero, however, was hanging onto every word the Once-ler spoke. Dodge took the masked villain’s arm.
“C'mere.” he whispered, pulling Zero from the procession. Zero numbly let himself be led away.
Dodger took Zero inside the mansion, up the stairs, into Mikel’s room. He opened the closet and took out a large bloody axe.
“I know he would have wanted you to have it.” Dodger pressed the weapon into Zero’s hands “He always respected and admired everything about you, this should be yours”
Zero looked down at the ax in his hands. His other hand pulled off his helmet.
Zero looked strangely small without it. Mottled skin, pale in disbelief, red-green eyes downcast. A lost pup, abandoned by yet another person in his life…
Dodge took Zero’s face in both his hands.
“It’ll be ok”
“No…” the villain’s voice trembled in absolute hesitation, not wanting to say it, but unable to fight the words from tumbling out of his lips “… it won’t”
Zero took a deep breath and looked up at Dodge, strawberry eyes locking in almost angry acceptance(if such a thing was possible) onto the teal and lavender slits.
“I can pretend… I’ve always pretended, all my life” the villain strained to find the right words to articulate his inner smoldering anguish “But it won’t be ok”
His gloved hands set down the ax and curled into a trembling fist “It won’t”
Dodge felt another surge of pure anger and he pulled Zero’s face down to his in a fierce, flame-tasting kiss. Zero shoved Dodge away but the traveler only grabbed him again.
“We-gotta-carry on” he whispered between furious kisses “You’re ZERO. I’m Dodger. We have each other. And we-” he picked up the ax once again and pressed the handle into Zero’s hands as Zero continued to numbly push him away.
Dodger let go of Zero’s lips to look him straight in the strawberry eyes.
“We WON’T let Wrath be forgotten”
Zero sullenly returned the look before finally leaning down to accept the hot, fervent kisses. He wrapped his arms around the thin portal child and succumbed to the need to be held, to be comforted, to FEEL human heartache.
Dodge’s hands reached to rub the dog’s back in soothing circles, their broken hearts beating in sync, silently, sadly mourning Wrath. Their friend, the one person who made both of them feel WANTED in a world that claimed they both were mistakes.
Their lips stayed painfully locked onto each other for how long before Zero finally let go, panting for air.
“Let’s go wreck some shit” Dodge urged, picking up the helmet and refastening it over Zero’s head. “Its what Mikel would’ve wanted.”
Safe in his mask again Zero gave a single nod.
Dodge squeezed him and nodded back. He turned to create a tear when suddenly his head spun again.
“Dodge…?” Zero asked in concern, taking his shoulder to steady him.
“I’m fine- I’m good.” Dodge leaned on Zero before tearing through the space in Mikel’s room. The two genetic mutations stepped through the portal to cause mischief and slowly ease away their pain.
WEEK 10
Dodge stared in horror at the little strip of paper in his hands. No, it couldn’t be- it CAN’T be. He was always careful, always on top of this thing, he’d never- NEVER let this happen.
Yet there was no denying the “POSITIVE” symbol on the test.
Well if you could put something in, you can take it out.
He had to, he HAD to, he wasn’t a father. And he didn’t know what complications may arise from carrying a child with his genetic makeup, he just couldn’t DEAL with any of this.
His mind automatically thought of the nearest clinic he could go to. His medical background reminded him this would be a nearly painless process. In and out, no big deal.
But abruptly he thought of Mikel.
Mikel.
He had only - only JUST accepted that he was gone. He wasn’t over him, likely he never would be.
But this… this thing inside him…
“The last of Boss…”
Dodger felt tears spring to his eyes. Did he really want to lose Mikel a second time?
“I can’t do it… I can’t” he cried out loud. What did the universe expect?? That he drop everything and settle down and play happy family??
But… he couldn’t get rid of Mikel…
Trembling he closed his eyes and thought of his Alpha
“Travel… I need you…”
WEEK 14
They couldn’t delay going to the doctor any longer. Travel was with him, and Zel had come along too. Seth Owens had delivered all three if the Pridelings, Zel had assured both Tear men that he knew how to handle a Sinling.
He lay on the exam table, shivering in the hospital gown.
“Its ok…” Travel murmured, gently taking his other’s hand.
Dodge pulled away. He wasn’t scared, despite the clinic reminding them of terrible memories from both their pasts.
Zel looked at the Travel and placed a hand on his shoulder. That only seemed to agitate Dodger more. Irritated he turned away from the two of them. Literal stinking do-gooders, especially the cop.
Dr. Owens was all smiles and professionalism, he carefully answered Travel’s questions, and kept reassuring Dodger he’d be perfectly ok before finally pointing out the ultrasound monitor.
“And there HE is, Mr. Hess. Say hello to your son!”
Dodge stared at the alien-like fetus on the screen currently kicking his little legs,at a complete loss at what to say, what to think.
His son. Mikel’s son.
“Hm, looks like he’s throwing a tantrum, sorry little guy” the doctor eased up the probe an helped Dodge wipe up the gel on his stomach. “But you’re not to worry, the baby is growing just fine and healthy! I am slightly concerned for you blood count, Mr Hess, so I will be prescribing you extra iron pills, ok?”
Dodge was barely present, the image of his son burned into his eyes. Luckily Travel and Zel got the due dates and details, Dodge’s head was just spinning.
“Well that’ll be all for today’s visit! Please feel free to contact me and the nurses if you have any concerns.” He shook Dodger’s hand, then Travel’s before turning to Zel
“Lieutenant Andrews? I need to speak to you a moment.”
Zel nodded and followed Dr. Owens out and the Tear children were left alone.
Dodge reached for his clothes.
“He’s a beautiful baby, Dodger.” Travel tried to smile at his other
“Why wouldn’t he be, he’s HIS son” Everything seemed to set off Dodge lately. But Travel was undeterred.
“He’s your son too.” he hesitated, then placed a hand on Dodge’s stomach
“I can’t wait to meet him.”
Dodge felt the familiar fear return in his throat and he placed his own hand over Travel’s.
“I’m scared”
Travel gently placed his other hand over Dodge’s shoulder “I understand… don’t worry, I’m here for you, I’ll be here every step of the way.”
Dodger nodded and let himself be surrounded in the others smelly embrace until Zel returned.
Her eyes were wide in shock and she was wringing her hands in nerves, a stark contrast to her behavior moments ago.
“Miss Zel? Is everything alright?” Travel asked, worried eyes looking at the raven.
“I- I’m fine. I need to get home.” She was clutching her bloodwork tightly but her hands still shook. Travel nodded.
“Of course, I’ll ask Roxanne to drop off the kids. Thank you Miss Zel.”
he nudged Dodger to thank her as well, but Dodge just shrugged and waved her away.
WEEK 22
It was past the halfway point. Face wanted to throw a baby shower for Dodge, but the tear child had promptly refused. Everything around him seemed to just smell awful, and the smallest things set him off. Not to mention none of his clothes, not even his underwear fit him anymore. His body had gone from a beautiful temple to a mess of too large, too saggy and too stretched in all the wrong places.
He couldn’t bear to think of another 4 months of this.
Travel had assured him he looked fine, even Roxanne said he looked better than usual thanks to parenthood, but Dodge just looked in the mirror and felt moody and sullen. Fuck Pregnancy. 10/10 would never recommend.
He lay stewing in anger on the bed Roxanne had provided, hating the birds outside, hating the the fresh air. Hating whatever healthy concoction Travel was gonna force him to drink with his vitamins.
Like he brought right now.
Travel had entered with a gentle knock and Dodge had to literally turn away from the smell.
“Ever heard of a taking a shower, Rowan?”
Travel flushed. “I- I was going to on Tuesday, ok?”
Dodge sat up to take the vegetable smoothie in with a grimace. He mumbled a thank you and downed the kale smoothie from hellfire down his throat.
“Are you feeling ok, Dodge?” Travel asked timidly as Dodger tried not to gag.
“Do I look ok, Travel!?” he spat out in fury.
Travel tore his eyes away “S-sorry Dodge. I’ll go now…” he took the empty glass and turned to leave.
“Travel- Travel wait.” Dodger reached for the youngers shoulder and suddenly pulled him in a tight hug.
“I’m sorry” he spoke into Travel’s fluffy hair “I’m sorry, everything just feels so wrong, and it hurts and I’m just so MAD all the time” he felt his eyes sting.
“Zel said that… the Sin will affect-”
“Screw Zel” Dodger injected. He swallowed the lump in his throat.
“I’m sorry- I didn’t mean that-” and he started to sob into Travel’s back “Travel I’m so sorry…”
“You don’t have to apologize, I understand” Travel lightly petted Dodge’s back “You’re very brave Dodger, what you’re doing is exceptional. Its ok if you feel overwhelmed”
Dodge nodded into his hair, he was still felt angry, but Travel’s words helped him out greatly.
Abruptly he felt a flutter in his stomach.
He let go of Travel and looked down, wide eyed.
Travel turned around too, unsure if he’d imagined or actually felt-
There it was again!
“He’s moving!” Dodger exclaimed. “He’s moving! I can feel it!”
Travel’s eyes widened in wonder at Dodge’s stomach “Hello, little one” he gently pressed a finger to the spot.
“It kicked!” Dodge happily placed his own hand over the spot too.
“I’ll get Roxanne!” Travel hurried out the room to fetch their half sister (who PROBABLY wouldn’t be too interested) and Dodge looked down at his stomach with a smile.
“Grow strong…” he whispered “Just like him”
WEEK 30
Two months left. The Tear-trio already started working on the nursery, Travel assembling a hand made crib and rocker, Roxanne painting the room lavender and red.
Dodge didn’t contribute to the effort. He’d been feeling weak and tired. Dr. Owen had doubled his vitamin intake, but nothing seemed to be helping.
Besides. Its not like he was going to stick around after the baby arrived.
“Dodger!” Roxanne called out from the nursery “What color do you want the blankets?”
“I don’t give a fuck, Roxanne” Dodger answered back. He heard her curse at him in Espanol, but he didn’t actually care. She came to his room a little later with more vitamins.
“You look awful” she commented, passing the younger his pills
“So would you if you were being kicked from inside. ALL NIGHT”
Roxanne gave a shrug as Dodger downed the vitamins.
“Have you thought up any names yet? And for God’s sake NOT 'Wrodger.' ”
Dodge scowled at his 'sister’ but had to close his eyes as junior decided to start moving again.
“Little devil just loves to move, huh?” Roxanne smirked at Dodger’s belly “That’s right Lucifer, kick him harder”
“Fuck you, Roxanne” Dodger tore open a portal right in front of her face and stepped out into a field.
He hadn’t really had a clear destination in mind, he just wanted to get away from his 'family’ Besides, Dr. Owens had said walking was good for him. He trudged along the grass, a cool breeze ruffling his perfectly styled hair.
It wasnt really a surprise when he found him outside of Sin Mansion.
It was dark and uninhabited. Face and Red came in occasionally for upkeep, Dream and Zel just found it too painful to drop by. So no one was present except the solitary Traveler.
He slipped past the gate and his legs lead him to the graveyard.
He looked at the ten gravestones, nine of which were empty. Just there for commemoration. The Sins hadn’t left behind any bodies, Face had said something about some guy named Breyton but Dodger could care less. He wasn’t Mikel, nor was the new Wrath.
Dodger tried to kneel in front of the gravestone marked Mikel Wrath, but his stomach forced him to sit on the cool grass.
“Boss…”
He hadn’t visited since the 'funeral’ and now he felt like he was being forcibly drowned yet again. The despair as he was starkly reminded that Mikel no longer exists suffocating his already compressed ribcage.
Mikel was supposed to be immortal. Like him. And in all his years of existence he’d never known someone who accepted and appreciated Dodge for who he was. Someone who didn’t care about his complexion, his genetic makeup, his status as the beta.
Someone who respected him for just being himself.
Their dynamic had been unconventional, but Dodge knew he had always been more than just an interesting fuck, or a scientific anomaly to Mikel. It wasn’t the sex or the murder or even the Sin that kept Wrath around, it was just… him. Dodge Hess.
Dodge closed his eyes as the teardrops welled within, blurring his vision.
“I miss you” he managed to whisper out between pained breaths “so much. Mikel.”
He opened his teal-lilac eyes and lifted his fist, the X scar visible in the dim twilight.
“Aeterna Devotione doesn’t- it doesn’t- fucking work if you’re DEAD, boss” he couldn’t help the angered sobs vibrating through his weak frame, hot, incensed tears flowing down his freckled cheeks. Enraged, he punched his fist down through the dirt. And again and again, fury snaking through him like poison.
Fury that wasn’t his.
He paused his assault to feel the baby hiccuping within.
And suddenly Dodge laughed, realizing who was subconsciously benefitting from his show of anger.
He lifted his shirt and stroked the bump on his tummy, the X scar dirtied but there on his hand.
“Looks like you’re more like me than I thought. Little Devil.” he smiled as the hiccups calmed down.
“Not Lucifer. Luciel.” he looked back up at the gravestone “Luciel Mikel Hess.”
WEEK 36
If Dodge looked bad before, he looked AWFUL now. His skin had gone completely pale, eyes sunken in, and even moving was a mountainous effort. Doc Owens had ordered the C-section to be scheduled early, seeing Dodge’s condition worsen by the day.
It was the last day home before going to the hospital, Travel had packed some things and they would be heading out to the hospital tomorrow.
“Dodge! You’ve got a visitor!” Roxanne called. Irritation was a constant in Dodge’s head now, he didn’t bother answering her until a loud knock came and the door burst open with the sudden scent of smoldering flame.
“Dodger my man!!!” The traveler grinned as the familiar masked villain came in with his usual flair.
“Zero! Finally decided to pay a visit, pup?”
Zero smirked under his helmet “I had some trouble with the dog catchers, but I’m here now!” he fist bumped Dodger “and I have something for the new villain to be!”
Zero passed Dodge a box containing bright red baby onesies labeled KILLER PUP
“I stole them fresh out of a high end baby store, then 'persuaded’ them to personalize it for the little guy!” Zero explained, a hint of pride in his tone.
Dodge beamed “It’s perfect, thanks so much man!” he took the box and set it aside and patted his mattress.
“Anything for a pal!” Zero barked from under his mask. He settled next to Dodge on the bed.
“But how are you feeling? Angry? Wrath-ful? uh… Sin… sational?”
Dodger was about to laugh when again he caught a whiff of Zero’s fire-aroma blood and was hit by a sudden wave of HUNGER. He closed his eyes and held his head in dizziness.
“Dodger…?” Zero’s voice was concerned, his gloved hand reached for the portal child’s shoulder.
“Sorry” Dodge replied “I’m just-… you smell really good”
“Hehehe, it’s the scent of EVIL” Zero gave a half hearted laugh from his helmet and continued to pet his friends shoulder. Dodge weakly smiled back, leaning into the touch.
“Its your blood I think… The baby. It’s part Sin so he wants your blood.” but Dodge hastily switched gears, not wanting to freak out Zero. “It senses all the Wrath… You mad, pup?”
Zero put on a faux serious tone “That’s my secret, Cap. I’m always angry!”
“Nerd” Dodger teased, resting on Zero’s chest, breathing in the fiery smell.
“Did you… did you need some?” Zero asked in a hesitant, shaky voice, far from his usual confident tone.
Dodge sat straight up and peered at the mask, eyebrow raised.
“I’m not… joking. If you needed it… for the baby…”
Zero unfastened his helmet and looked at Dodge with his soft, strawberry colored eyes. He brought his wrist to his teeth and tugged off his glove.
“It’s not fully human, but…” he pulled out a blade and carefully nicked his thumb. A stripe of obsidian black blood appeared, dripping down to his palm.
A primal, animal urge overcame Dodger, he grabbed Zero’s hand and hungrily started to lick up whatever he could, the coal-like blood heavy with Wrath. Dodge sucked ravenously at the tiny cut, a bright red gleam appearing in his catlike eyes.
Zero, however, had screwed his eyes shut. It didn’t hurt too much, but it was rather new and despite not being completely unpleasant, Zero really didn’t like this. But that didn’t matter, it was for Dodge.
And… Mikel.
The Traveler finally released Fort Flotsam’s most wanted, looking like a completely new man as opposed to ten minutes ago. Dark circles disappeared into healthy, freckled skin, hair glossy, and a genuinely satisfied smile on pale purple lips.
Zero quickly put on his glove again.
Dodge burst into giddy laughter. “That was excellent, thanks- I needed that. I really, really did. Zero,” he leaned over and placed his lips on the Villain’s.
“Thank you” he murmured quietly into the other’s mouth.
“hehehehe… hehe” Zero’s villain laugh never seemed to come out right when he was being kissed- Probably because his lips were occupied or something, he was NOT nervous, no.
“And your kisses are still awful” Dodge smirked, pulling back.
“Not TRUE!” Zero pretended to gasp in offense.
Dodge pulled him in for another quick peck then ruffled his hair.
“Thanks so much Zero…” he stepped off the bed with energy he hadn’t had for 6 months and opened a perfect, dazzling portal into Fort Flotsam.
“All in a day’s work for the notorious Zero!” Zero put on his helmet and stepped through, waving at Dodge.
“Take care of yourself, Dodger”
Dodge watched him leave and closed the tear, then looked down at his newly rejuvenated body.
“Travel… I don’t think we’ll need the early cesarean anymore”
WEEK 40
The first few contractions felt like backaches, it wasn’t till they started coming regularly with full force that Dodger knew.
It was time.
It was an emergency and for once, Travel didn’t argue with making a portal directly into the hospital.
The nurse staff was readyvand prepared and within minutes Dodge was on the bed, gripping onto Travel’s hand.
“You’re doing great” Travel was sweating profusely as his beta clung to him “You’re doing just fine, hold on”
Doctor Owens ordered medicines and oxygen for the portal child and soon the pain was somewhat under control. Dodge felt his eyes close as he was sedated.
“Rowan… don’t… go…”
He heard Travel’s voice but couldn’t make out the words as the nurses set the anesthesia in preparation for childbirth.
He couldn’t watch what was going on, but he obviously knew what was happening. Still, no medical information could have prepared him for what followed.
And finally he heard him.
The angry cries of a newborn, not even a minute old.
“Congratulations, Mr. Hess! Its a beautiful baby boy- oww!” Dr Owens pulled away his finger in pain and surprise
“Goodness, he already has his cuspids! That’s… EXTREMELY rare!”
But Dodge could care less what the doctor was saying as he stared at his child. All the pain, the exhaustion, the ANGER vanished in a moment as he gazed at the most beautiful creature he’d ever seen in any timeline in any universe.
Luciel Mikel Hess opened his eyes to glare at his father with sky blue, lavender rimmed irises before continuing to wail and fight furiously, kicking his arms and legs in anger.
“Shh, shh Luci…” Dodge whispered, Travel timidly coming forward. Dodge lifted the child and placed a kiss on his forehead.
“Aeterna Devotione” he murmured to the still infuriated child, taking his miniscule little fist in his fingers. And here, holding Mikel’s child, he was finally able to say exactly what he’d felt for him all along.
uh trigger warning Mikel so you know it'll have blood and stuff
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“Bury him”
Mikel stood stock still as he stared at the newly carved headstone standing at the plot of soil. Rotti’s words echoed in the air but Wrath didn’t move a muscle. He and the other 5 Sins couldn’t move their eyes from the pale, lifeless body of Wrath’s fallen Sister, on a makeshift table outside in the garden.
Francis, being slightly more experienced with medical procedure than the others, had pronounced Jack deceased from the bullet wound to his head. Rotti had sent for the grave stone, and now there was only one thing left to do.
“There is no need to linger, Master Wrath. The corpse may frighten away any potential guests that may arrive. We need it disposed of properly.”
At this Mikel felt his fists automatically tighten. How DARE he, the pompous bastard.
He considered it. Punching the daylights out of their fucking ‘leader’, stealing all the gold in the household, then driving off forever. Forever and ever until he found-
No.
Jack was gone.
He was gone, and there was nothing, NOTHING to bring him back. There may be no point in staying with these shitstains. But there was no point leaving either.
It was HIS training anyway, to follow, to obey, to be a good dog. Greed was by no means his master, but right now it was grounding. To be ordered what to do. Silently he trudged towards the gardening shed.
“Master Pride, if you will assist Master Wrath-”
Before Brice could start whining Mikel sharply cut him off.
“No.”
“Master Wrath, surely you know that it will take a toll on time if you do this alone-”
“NO!” Mikel repeated forcefully.
“…Very well.” Rotti answered. He turned heel and went inside, probably to figure out how to make up for Jack’s loss of income. And one by one, the other Sins followed suit. Brice left first of all, followed by Francis. Parkere gave a lingering, unreadable look at Jack before trudging in after.
“Mikel? Sweetie I’m… I’m really sorry… ”
Mikel gave Britton the most withering, murderous look which quickly made the Pink Sin run, and got out the shovel and began to dig into the black earth.
It was hot, but therapeutic work. Wrath’s lumberjack arms were MADE for this kind of thing, the steady sound of the metal lifting up soil helped keep him numb. Swing. Scoop. Swing. Scoop. Swing. Scoop. Swing.
But then it was over.
By now it was well past dusk, Mikel climbed out the grave he dug, covered in dirt and sweat and finally turned to the cadaver.
Jack was barely visible in the clouded, half moon night, but Mikel had memorised everything about him. The limber physique, the pale skin, the freckles Jack despised about himself so much.
On instinct he stood protectively by his side, waiting for Master’s command.
Only Silence answered him.
Mikel had never been the one to look after Jack, but he still smoothed down his hair and straightened his shirt. It wasn’t until he tried to zip up the leather jacket that he noticed his fingers were trembling.
He tried a few minutes to calm down and zip up the dumb jacket but he simply couldn’t. He just gave up and carefully lifted the body of his Sister Sin in his arms and stepped down into the freshly dug grave. A chilling breeze rustled above, clearing away the clouds and bathing the earth in a splash of silver moonlight.
Even in death he looked fierce and proud. Jack Envy. Deadliest of the Sins. His Leader. His Sister. His Master.
He wasn’t ALLOWED to touch Jack, only as a reward, for being a good pet, for obeying commands, for making Master happy.
So he couldn’t help but hesitate as he pressed his lips to Jack’s for the final time.
Cold. Bitterness. Death.
Mikel closed his eyes and laid down Envy.
“Aeterna Devotione”
He stepped out of the grave and grabbed the shovel, back turned to the body, unable to face his lost Sister.
Unlike the digging, the reburying was a herculean labor. Every push of dirt was like a mountain, an impossible weight against his weak arms, his weak mind, taking Jack further and further away from him.
But he pressed on. Gritting his fangs he pushed mounds of earth onto his deceased love until he could do no more.
He didn’t linger, he didn’t speak. He didn’t look back as he went inside the mansion, up the stairs and into their room.
Mikel dropped onto the mattress, curling up like a wounded dog. A single blue eye trailed to Jack’s pillow, still bloodstained and smelling of Envy.
Suddenly the Wrath within ERUPTED.
“WHAT AM I SUPPOSED TO DO!?” Mikel howled in an unearthly scream, ripping the pillow (and the sheets and a chunk of the mattress) off the bed. He kicked aside their dresser, smashed the lamp, punched through his boards at his window. Everything, everything in this room reminded him of his Master.
Jack had taken him, tamed him, made him his own. He was Jack’s. He lived for Jack, breathed for Jack, he would’ve taken a bullet and DIED for Jack.
But the one with the bullet in his skull was Envy. He died. He wasn’t supposed to die, he was supposed to LIVE. And Mikel would be at his side and the world at their feet. They didn’t need money or success or fame or love.
They had each other. Aeterna Devotione.
Mikel raised his fist, pulling off his glove and glowering at the symbolic X and triangle scar on his hand. They had had a contract, and with another rush of RAGE he realized that Jack had broken it.
He snarled and bit into the white flesh of his hand in absolute fury. It was painful, but nowhere close to what was hurting inside. His other hand punched repeatedly into the wall as burning hot blood dripped down his wrists but he didn’t care. He bit harder in anger, in pain, in hurt, scraping along the triangle with his fangs. Nothing mattered. Jack was DEAD.
He mauled at his own hand when he abruptly stopped.
Sharp, canine senses caught a strange sound coming from outside. A scratching, unfamiliar noise. It wasn’t enough to dissuade him from his self torture but he looked outside anyway, peering out the boards of his window.
To his SHOCK he noticed a single hand, followed by a few fingers clawing UP out of the dirt of Jack’s grave.
“Jack.”
He didn’t stop to consider that it was impossible, that death was irreversible even for Sins. He just knew he was supposed to obey. He ripped apart a few of the loose boards and jumped out the window.
He probably injured his knees from that but in an instant he was standing at the grave.
But the palms protruding from the earth were smaller than Jack’s, fingers shorter and chubbier, and
Blank. Unblemished. Bereft of any scarring.
The Sin finally managed to pull himself out of the dirt, rubbing off the soil from his face and eyes. He couldn’t have been more than a small teen. The Jacket had fallen off halfway on his journey up. It eould stay in the grave. Jack’s shirt was much too big on him, falling off his shoulder, yet revealing the thousands of freckles peppering his pale skin.
“… Salve…” A single blue eye and a single seafoam green eye met Mikel. “Ego sum… Ego sum Invidia…” The eyes stared at the dripping wound on Mikel’s hand.
“Es Ira?”
Mikel decided to ignore any impulses the Wrath within him had.
“ROTTI. GET THE FUCK OUT HERE RIGHT NOW”
And the second that Greed appeared, followed by a shocked Gluttony, Mikel was out. He’d deal with all this shit later.
