Summary: Flug dumping a botched experiment on blackhat ends up revealing a hidden secret that could change the both of them forever.
A/N: Sorry for the long wait I wanted to capture the characters personalities and I think I did that. Also Spanish isn’t my first language but I currently learning it cuz I love it. If you mistakes, no you don’t!
Word count: 3364k
Warnings 18+, masturbation, Flug’s a peeping Tom
Translations:
Desculpa me - forgive me
Gracias pansonchito - thank you my little chubby boy
Jefe - boss
Perdon - sorry
¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” - why do you run from me my love? Can’t you see I need you
And as always minors not allowed
Idk how to add small neat links pls share if you can
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“No please don’t do this.” The hero struggled in vain against the metal bars of the operating table.
“He’s making you I know it. You have to fight it Flug. Let me out and I promise to save you from his evil clutches. Come back to the side of justice and good where you belong.”
Flug sighed in exasperation. Why was it that all the heroes said the same lines like mindless drones. Couldn’t they at least be a little more creative with their persuasion. No flug would never go back. Not after what they did to him. If people knew what their heroes were really like behind closed doors when no one was looking those adoring fans of theirs would quickly turn in to angry mobs. Flug could feel his anger grow. Boiling in his belly at the memories of how he’d wanted to grow up to be just like them. Even going as far to be an intern for the hero agency as a teenager. What a fool. Slaving away and busting his back just for a crumb of recognition. Never again. That was before. Before he found out how corrupt and cruel hero society really was. Flugs grip tightened on the syringe.
<p>“The only evil clutches I needed escaping from was from heroes like you.” He jabbed the syringe a little harder than needed in to the man’s arm almost bending the needle.
“You heroes just can’t seem to get it through your thick skulls can you. You guys are the real monsters. Well no point in trying to explain myself since you wont be able to understand anything I say in a few minutes.” Flug had been working nonstop these past few days barely eating or sleeping and so far all the experiments had been failures. Well not complete failures but nothing he could report. The test subjects either turned partly in to the desired animal or liquified from the inside out. But this last batch of serum had to be the one. Flug had altered it one last time and was feeling very positive about its results.
<p>“What do you mean? What was that? What did you inject me with?!” said the hero panic setting in as Flug stood there in silence with a pen and clipboard in hand.
“Dr. Flug please I can help you just -“
The hero’s body began to shake uncontrollably his muscles twitching and spasming. Flug could hear the poping and breaking of the hero’s bones as they began to contort, shrinking and growing bristles all over his body. Flug watched with rapt attention as the transformation ended. Before him strapped to the table no longer a man but a great big pig. The experiments success had Flug jumping for joy. He transferred the good batch into small nine dart like bullets before loading them in to a a small protective durable black case. Finally he could present a fully functioning serum to Blackhat on time.
Speaking of blackhat, Flug hadn’t seen his boss anywhere since he was given the deadline. He wasn’t too worried but it was weird that he hadn’t come down to the lab recently. Blackhat usually liked to stay on top of Flug’s progress. But more than that he just really wanted to see blackhat despite knowing his boss was most likely going to verbally assault him. As embarrassing as it was Flug missed him.He knew he was acting like a love sick fool but these passed few days. All he could think about was blackhat. How his eyes as black as a new moon sky would arrest Flug on the spot with just a glance or how his voice was sensual and gravely, usually the main star in all his fantasies. Flug knew blackhat would never look at him like a lover would but it made his heart skip a beat to imagine it.
Suddenly a pain flared up in flugs right leg as he grabbed on to his work desk narrowly avoiding falling to the ground. His soul mark prickled and throbbed as if someone was poking his mark with a sharp needle. Flug wobbled to his chair needing to sit down as the pain started to get real bad. He put his head down on the desk and took deep calming breaths as he clutched his leg trying to will the pain away. He could hear some one screaming but who? It sounded like a wounded animal. His breathing coming out as small choked sobs. After some time the pain subsided. The cool metal desk a welcome reprieve on his soaked forehead. His chest ached as if someone had ripped out his insides. He needed someone but didn’t know who. Flug could feel the call deep in his soul. The need was so great that he felt as if he might die with out them.
A memory swam across his vision. Blackhat leaning against his desk with his arms folded across his chest laughing at a younger version of himself petulantly.
“I know doctor. I’ve known it since the moment you came here. You think I’m a fool! You think I don’t know everything that happens in my own home.”
Flug watched his younger self stood there in shock of blackhat’s words.”So you knew it was me the whole time and you let me suffer. Why? You hurt when I hurt. I know you do!” Yelled younger Flug hurt and anger marring his voice.
Blackhat walked over to younger Flug, who stood his ground fists clenched head held high, and towered over him in his full height. “Get this through your head human because I’m only going to say it once. There are only two things in this world that I can say without a doubt that I love. Money and power. That will never change. It will never be you. How could I want someone as weak and fragile as you.” He said as he leveled Flug with a look of disdain.
He sat up bringing up his hand and touched his forehead. His head felt fuzzy and light like it might just float away at any second. He slipped his hand under his paper bag. His cheeks were stained with tear streaks. What the heck was that? That conversation never happened. He’d remember if he got humiliatingly rejected by his boss. That’s not just something you just forget. The pain must have been making him hallucinate. Yeah the pain. The pain had never been this bad before. Sure there were flare ups every now and then but nothing that couldn’t be fixed with a little ibuprofen. This was different, more intense. Something had changed he knew it. But what could it have been? He hoped his soulmate wasn’t in any danger or pain wherever they were.
Flug’s train of thought was interrupted by a loud knocking on the lab door. He stood up slowly taking some baby steps just to make sure he was ok before walking over and looking through the peephole. He was met with a wet black nose sniffing the door. Flug righted his paper bag and coat before unlocking the door. He was greeted with a plate of meatloaf and potatoes piled high enough to feed a small family. It smelled wonderful but Flug wasn’t in the mood for food right now. “Desculpa me I guess I must’ve missed dinner again huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. The bear gave him a concerning look as he tried to hand Flug his dinner. Flug shook his head and stepped back. “Gracias pansonchito. But I can’t. You know how I feel about cross contamination.” 505 put on his best puppy eyes trying to get him to give in. “Look I know I haven’t been eating right these past couple of days but I’m finished now and I promise I will eat as soon as I show jefecito the finished serum.” 505 didn’t look convinced but didn’t push. He gave Flug a small smile as he exited the lab taking the plate back to the kitchen. Flug hoped 505 wouldn’t wait up for him again. The poor thing would often like to wait up so they could fall asleep together. Flug often felt guilty for not having enough time for the bear so he vowed to make up for it with presents and handmade treats accompanied by an apology of course. He was evil not made of stone.
He closed the lab door and took a couple of calming breaths before cleaning up. The mess in his lab was starting to drive him crazy. Flug grabbed an ax from the supply closet in the corner of the lab and started chopping up the bodies of the failed experiments in to small pieces. He would’ve liked to ask demencia to throw the bodies into the incinerator for him seeing as he wasn’t strong enough but, that would mean letting her in to the lab which a no. He didn’t need more precious experiments destroyed. Flug threw the severed parts into the incinerator gagging at the putrid smell of burning flesh. He activated the air vents hoping the smell would air out by the morning. Lastly he mopped up the liquified heroes in to a biohazard bin bag and threw them in to the incinerator as well before starting in his own personal lab hygiene for the night.
Flug made his way up to blackhat’s office. It was already pretty late but he knew blackhat would want to know right away. He knocked and waited to be let in. No answer. “Jefe I’ve come with the fully functioning serum ready for distribution.” Still no answer. “Boss?” Flug took it upon himself to just let himself in. The room was empty and no sign of blackhat. It looked as if blackhat hadn’t been in here in a while judging by the mountain of paperwork left undone. Never had Flug seen blackhat neglect business work in all the time he’d been working for him. He just didn’t take days off, didn’t believe in them. The only other place to check would be his room.
Now here was the issue with that. When Flug had started working here blackhat had made it a point of telling him that if he had ever so much as thought Flug had been snooping around in there that he’d eat Flug slow and painfully while he was still living. Flug shuddered at the memory but the deadline still stood and if he disobeyed orders there would be worse consequences than death.
With his mind made up Flug climbed the stairs to the top floor of hat manor. The entire top floor was blackhat’s private chambers. He’d always been curious what the rooms up there contained. What kinds of things did blackhat like to collect? Maybe beautiful and expensive art pieces or books from ancient times with secret knowledge.
Now that Flug thought about it he didn’t really know what kinds of things blackhat liked? Blackhat being a very private person in general never talked about himself just his evil accomplishments. However by just observing him there were something’s he shared without meaning to. Like Flug knew he liked early Jazz from the 1890’s and had no love for sugary things. But not much more than that. A sad pang went through Flug’s chest. How is it that he was in love with a man that he barely even knew despite working with him for so many years?
By the time he reached the top he was trying to breath through his nose as not to alert anyone that he was fighting for his life to not pass out. Exercise had never been Flug’s strength despite being good at running from danger. Why did the manor even have stairs when it was more convenient to have an elevator. Flug figured the stairs were supposed to be more for aesthetic purposes than use since his boss didn’t really need them when he could phase through walls and fly.
This floor of the house was strange to say the least. It looked like he had just walked in to a mirror maze. There were tall black obsidian mirrors lined on the walls in place of where doors should have been. There was markings etched in to the edges of the mirrors in a language Flug couldn’t understand. He could’ve sworn he saw undefined swirling shapes and faces swimming in them. The walls were painted a dark green that had a black marbling pattern on it. As he passed them going forward he tried not to look directly at mirrors afraid that something might just be looking back at him or worse, that something might try to pull him in to the mirror trapping him in there forever. Being the house of a demon Flug didn’t doubt that the mirrors were portals to other dimensions like in the old stories his mother would tell him as a child.
Flug kept walking till he came to a red double door at the end of the hallway. He didn’t know how he knew this was blackhat’s room but he did. Flug steeled his nerves as he brought his hand up to knock when a shouting cry came from inside the room. It sounded like blackhat was in pain. Flug burst through the doors forgoing formalities as he pushed a button on his watch and it transformed in to a tranquilizer gun with bullets so potent they’d knock out and elephant in 15 seconds flat. If there was someone in here they were sure to be flugs next testing subject. But as he looked around there didn’t seem to be any danger from what he could see. Granted he could see very little with the only light being from the hallway. There was a deliciously sweet smell coming from the room. It smelled unlike any pastry he’d ever had before. It was making Flug salivate. The wail came again. It was coming from the bed in the far right corner of the room. He could hear wet slapping sounds as he got closer. The room was so dark that he didn’t see what was happening at first but as his eyes adjusted he could only watch in shock.
Blackhat on his side facing away from Flug as he used both hands to stroke two cocks. His chest and hands were covered in come. Flug quickly tried to back track out of the room quietly but ended up tripping on a discarded shoe on the floor. He fell with a grunt landing on his back.
The room went deadly silent nothing could be heard except for the fast beating of Flug’s heart in his own ears. He had even stopped breathing hoping blackhat would dismiss the noise. Blackhat sat up slowly and looked over his shoulder at Flug. His eyes were an illuminous red like two brightly burning coals raked over an open flame. “Flug?” He said with a confused sort of look. Like he couldn’t be sure if Flug was really their or not. It disturbed Flug a little.
“Perdon boss I was just coming to tell you I completed the serum” blackhat got up from the bed and started walking twords Flug his movements purposeful and unhurried. “but I can see your busy so I’ll just leave.” Flug made a dash for the door barely getting through it when two tentacles wrapped around his stomach pulling him back in to the room so that his back slammed against blackhat’s chest knocking the breath out of him for a second.
“Blackhat I’m sorry I didn’t mean to come up here I was looking for you but couldn’t find you so I thought I’d check your room. Please don’t eat me!” Flug said thrashing to get away and talking so fast as if these might be his last words. Considering the situation they very well just might be. Blackhat brought his hand up to flugs chest the sleek material of his leather gloves feeling warm to the touch as his hand slid up to flugs neck enclosing it in a lose grip. His other arm wrapped around Flugs waist. Flug went still and waited trembling and afraid for blackhat to dish out his punishment. But the harsh words didn’t come and neither did the rough maltreatment.
Blackhat nuzzled the back of his head making soft trilling and purring noises like a cat. What. “Sir? Are you ok?”
Soft lips trailed up the side of Flug’s neck to his ear making his knees almost go weak. Blackhat kissed Flug’s ear through the bag“¿Por qué huyes de mi amor? ¿No ves cuanto te necesito?” he whispered. Flug's whole body shivered.
“Sir I think somethings wrong with you. You don’t seem yourself.” He said only half heartedly trying to get away now.
Blackhat unwound his arm from flugs waist and slid it down to massage the growing bulge in Flug’s pants. Flug gripped blackhat’s wrist more for purchase than to stop him. It felt so good to finally be touched like this by the person he loved most. But he knew this wasn’t right no matter how good it felt.
“Sir please,” he gasped as he tried to pry blackhat’s hand off his crotch. “I really think we should take a look at you. Somethings obviously not right!”
“Don’t worry Flug I’ll make it right this time” blackhat said in a breathy whisper as the hand on his neck slid up under the bag so he could stroke Flug's lips with his thumb.
Flug began to panic not wanting blackhat to see his face. He started to thrash even harder than before but blackhat held him fast. He could feel tentacles already working on taking off his pants. In a last attempt he pressed the button on his watch and shot all the darts into the tentacle wrapped around his waist. He wasn’t sure if it would work but it was the only thing he could think to do. Blackhat hissed as the darts sunk in to his flesh, biting Flug on the shoulder in retaliation to the stinging from the needles. Flug could feel the grip blackhat had on him loosen till he was able to pry himself away and watch as his boss tried to take wobbly steps towards him. A hand outstretched mumbling don’t leave me as legs gave out and he fell. Flug waited a few seconds before checking to see if blackhat was completely out.
Again, what in the hell was that?! Flug looked back on the week to see what could’ve caused such a reaction from his boss. Nothing coming to mind except, except the whole tube of animal changing serum he dumped on him a couple of days ago. But that was supposed to turn you into an animal not alter your brain to being in love with someone you hated. Flug figures he’d have to do some testing on his boss to get to the bottom of this.
He righted blackhat’s pants and shirt before dragging him by the ankles out of the room. Not that there was anyone who would dare comment on the situation but still Flug felt it was the right thing to do.
As he passed the obsidian mirrors flug heard soft laughing and cackling.
“Oh my and he said he’d never complete the bond.”
“Yeah looks like the kid finally remembered how fun!”
“Well the next meeting is sure to be quite enjoyable.”
“Who’s there?”Flug said turning to face the hall of mirrors but saw nothing but only dozens of his own reflection. He turned back around and pulled a little faster not really wanting to find out who was there.
Looking down the stair case Flug had two options. Try to carry blackhat and definitely break his body in the process or an alternative solution.
“Oh well” thought Flug it not like his boss was gonna die from a little fall down the stairs.
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