Fic: Claimed, Part 1

[alien_snipe]

Title: Claimed - 1
Summary: A threat to Doctor Insano's very soul forces Linkara to make a hard choice. A remix of yersi_fanel 's fic Forsaken (warning: non-con).
Pairing: Linkara/Insano
Warning: This fic contains non-con roleplay and bondage.
A/N: Happy birthday, Yersi! X3 Enjoy!

He hadn't been planning on doing much that night. The main reason he'd gone to his usual testing range was to get out of the lab and get a bit of fresh air. When he saw the other man's silhouette against the violet dusk sky, he was honestly excited for the fight he was sure would follow.

"Well, well, well." Insano tilted his head to the side, smiling. "What brings you to this remote side of the city, Linkara?"

Linkara didn't respond. Odd. Usually he was keen to dive right in and deliver one of his flowery heroic speeches. Now he stood as still and mute as a statue.

Insano giggled. "Cat got your tongue?" He raised his hand to scratch the side of his neck, almost unconsciously, and blinked in confusion when Linkara seemed to flinch back.


His eyes widened when he realized that he was standing on the wrong end of Linkara's magic gun. "Hey, I haven't done anything yet!" he cried. "Lower that thing!” Linkara's eyes were blank, his face expressionless, and the sight horrified Insano more than he'd thought possible. “Aren't you the 'never escalate the fight' guy? I'm not fighting!"


When he saw Linkara's finger twitch on the trigger, he screamed, and then there was nothing.

***

The goggles and lab coat were the first things to go. Currently, the lab coat was hung up neatly in the closet, and the goggles had been tucked away carefully on a shelf behind them. It wouldn't do for one of Linkara's companions/off-and-on roommates to come home early, see Insano's goggles lying out, and presume that Linkara was being attacked.

Linkara didn't want anybody to know what was going on here, tonight.

Linkara's jaw clenched hard as he watched the unconscious scientist splayed out on his bed. If this doesn't work. His fists tightened at his sides, and his fingernails dug hard into his skin. If Vyce is wrong about this 'chastity' thing. He took a deep breath and let it all out through his nose, slowly. If the moment comes, and I don't have the will to do what NEEDS to be done, for the sake of this world...

He reached into his pocket and took out the small blue pill that had been weighing him down like a stone for hours. He wanted to be detached about it, but just looking at the pill left him awash in anger, and disgust, and shame.

...then God help us both.

Linkara made his choice.

***

Insano dreamed, or at least he thought he dreamed. He was wandering through his lab, looking for something … he wasn't sure what. Shadows darted at the edge of his vision. Grey blotches flickered in the corners of his eyes, and disappeared when he blinked them away.

The itch on his neck was worse. He wasn't sure when that had happened. He brought a hand up to scratch, and the spot felt like it was weeping.

Insano looked at his fingertips, which were covered with slick, jet black fluid. Running down his fingers, coating his hand. He looked down in alarm to see that whatever it was was flowing down his neck and shoulders, soaking his scrubs and lab coat through. He nearly tripped over his own feet as he ran to the bathroom, tearing off whatever clothes he could.

He scrabbled on the wall for the light switch, and looked in the mirror, and screamed.

***

Insano felt his whole body jerk from the adrenaline rush of his nightmare as he struggled back to consciousness. He blinked the sleep out his eyes and froze; this wasn't his pillow. These weren't his sheets. He never went to bed with his jeans on, and...

The hair on the back of his neck prickled as he remembered his last waking moments. Lower that thing! I'm not fighting! LINKARA!!

...and he was evidently in deep, DEEP shit.

Insano scrambled upright, and his roving, panicked gaze instantly met Linkara, standing over him with that same stony expression. The scientist curled his lips back from his teeth in a snarl that he desperately hoped looked intimidating and not terrified. “What are you doing?” he snapped.

He wasn't prepared for Linkara's hands on him, pushing him down into the mattress. He tried to squirm out of the other man's grip, but Linkara was straddling him, keeping him pinned.

“Hey!!” Insano's mind reeled in confusion as he felt Linkara's hand roughly pulling his collar down. “Stop it!” Even as he said it something inside him went cold. I'm still dreaming. This is another nightmare. Linkara wouldn't do THIS...

Linkara spoke. “Look.”

Insano opened his eyes. Linkara had a mirror in his hand, and ... sweet Newton, what is THAT? He craned his neck to ths side as his mind raced to identify the bright red mark sprawled across his skin. A sea anemone? A spooky tree? A seven-headed hydra? He looked up at Linkara with shock and confusion in his eyes. “What is it?” he demanded.

Satisfied that Insano had seen it, Linkara set the mirror aside. “Remember that thing that grabbed you last time we fought?”

Insano shuddered in spite of himself. “Yes.” He looked up sharply. “But I scanned myself after I got back to my lab. I was in perfect health. It didn't do anything.” His voice shook a bit. “At, at least I thought … what the hell IS it?!”

“It doesn't have a name. I've been calling it The Entity for convenience.” Linkara stood, and removed himself to a chair in the corner, facing the bed. He sat holding his hands clasped between his knees, staring tensely at the floor. “It's been purposefully screwing with me for a few months now. Long story short, it's evil. And that mark apparently means it's about to possess you.”

“WHAT?!” Insano sat bolt upright, eyes wide.

“You have...” Linkara fumbled his pocketwatch out and clicked it open. “...about twenty-three hours. For what it's worth, I am really, really sorry you got involved in this.”

Insano stared blankly at the floor for a bit before he swallowed and looked back up. “What's it going to do to me?”

“From what I've been able to learn, it's going to use you as a vessel for its power. It's a non-corporeal being. It can't interact with most dimensions directly, so it needs an intermediary.”

Insano's fingers jittered nervously in his lap. “And the ultimate effect of this on me is?”

“I don't honestly know.” Linkara raised his head, and the haunted look in his eyes sent a dagger of ice into Insano's heart. “The only means of communication the Entity seems to know or care to use involves toying with lesser beings like a cat playing with its dinner. If I had to guess, I'd say it sees you as a tool.” His voice cracked, ever so slightly. “There's no way for me to ensure your safety.”

Insano wrapped his arms around himself. “And you said it was originally going after you.”

“Near as I can tell.”

“Alright. Fine.” There was an accusing light in Insano's eyes. “So tell me. What are YOU going to do to fix this?”

Well, the best authority I could consult on this situation recommended that I kill you. Linkara bit his tongue. This was not the time. The wounded look in Insano's eyes twisted in his soul, making the guilt he'd been lugging around since he came up with this plan even harder to bear. But now there was nothing else he could do but dive in, explain his plan, and pray.

“There's … conditions.” Linkara couldn't bring himself to look Insano in the face. “The Entity has a hard time finding suitable vessels in the worlds it tries to invade. From what I understand, it's got to find somebody who's ideal in mind, body and spirit, and if one of those changes, it's out of luck.”

Insano blinked at that, and put a hand to his mouth, lost in thought. “So. My mind, spirit or body has to be altered to make me a less appealing host?”

“Exactly.”

Insano grinned, but after a second his cheer faltered. “...what's involved in that?”

Linkara loosened his collar, wincing as he ran a finger along the damp fabric of his shirt. “Well.” He took a deep breath.

“Hm. I'm disinclined to alter my mind, if it's all the same to you. It's fairly delicate, and rather important to the mad science game.”

“Wasn't my first pick anyway. You see...”

Before he could continue, Insano interrupted. “You're the magic expert. What do we need to do to change my spirit?”

“Woah. Woah. Not an option. Unless you like having your identity screwed with. I'm not nearly skilled enough to be able to do something like that anyway.”

“Fine, fine. Last option is the body. What do we do to change that?”

“Sleep with me.”

After a few long, painful seconds, Linkara dared to open one eye. Insano's jaw had fallen slack, and he was staring at Linkara like he'd just sprouted another head. Linkara decided that more explanation couldn't hurt. “The status quo of the body has something to do with...” He cleared his throat. “...chastity. Look, I don't mean to be too personal, but you are a virgin, right?”

Insano laughed at him. Linkara's heart sank as the thin, high-pitched giggle filled the room. Eventually Insano shook his head, wiping a few tears away. “Ohh. Bra-vo. You honestly had me going for a bit, there.” He stood. “If you'll return my clothing, I'll just be on my way.”

“Insano, I'm NOT kidding around.” It came out harsher than he wanted.

“Of course you're not. You're just FAR more desperate than I expected.”

Linkara leapt to his feet as Insano moved towards the door. His mind was racing with muddled, angry thoughts he could barely put into words. I didn't choose this! I wanted it to happen any other way than this! But all he could do was dash forward and grab Insano by the wrist as he reached out for the doorknob.

“What the fuck is your problem? Let me go!” Insano tried to squirm away, but Linkara seized his other wrist, and when Insano lashed out at him with a foot Linkara forced him up against the wall with a slam that rattled the framed pictures on the wall and forced a terrified cry out of the mad scientist. Linkara pressed against Insano to keep him from moving, and when they were nose-to-nose he had to shut his eyes for a few seconds to try and regain his composure before he continued.

“Insano, listen.” He shivered at the fearful look in Insano's eyes, but forced himself to maintain his grip. “I'm not making this up. I WISH this were some kind of ploy to get you in the sack. I am being as honest as I have EVER been with you when I say that you're in trouble. Right now. Do you think I WANT you possessed?! Or worse?!”

He could feel Insano's chest heaving against him, feel him trembling under his hands. He forced himself to speak slowly and precisely, as though his own heart weren't hammering like mad. “I don't have a whole lot of choice here. I refuse to put your life at risk when you could be saved. You … cannot step through this door before I've fixed this.”

Insano recoiled and threw an arm over his face as Linkara released him and stepped away. When he dared to look, Linkara was standing there, looking down at the floor, hands at his sides.

“So tell me what you'd like me to do,” he said, softly.

“Wait. WHAT?!”

“Just … tell me what you'd like, please.”

Insano struggled to say something coherent. “You're offering...?”

“Yes. I am.”

There was a long, stunned silence before Insano could figure out what to say next. Linkara's eyes were cast down, and his expression was hard to read, but his body language was unmistakable. Withdrawn, reserved, passive. Subservient.

This had to be tested. “Take your jacket off.” Insano's eyes widened a bit when Linkara complied and awkwardly folded it over one arm. “Put it aside. You may as well take your hat off too.” Linkara let them both drop to the floor, where they lay in a dusty corduroy heap.

Insano's giggle was a twisted, spiteful thing. “Well, this is … delightful.” With slow, stalking steps, he began to pace a circle around Linkara, eyeing him up and down. “So you'll really do anything I tell you, will you?”

Linkara took a long, shuddering breath. “Yes. I will.”

“And you're committed to the idea of fulfilling my every sexual fantasy?”

“If that's what it takes.”

“Well … this is terribly convenient. I have, in fact, thought of you a great deal.” He leaned in, and his breath was hot on Linkara's ear. “Care to know in what context?”

Linkara's adam's apple bobbed. “Dying to know.”

Insano shut his eyes and whispered. His body pressed close, and Linkara had to lock his knees and clutch one wrist firmly behind his back to keep from jerking backwards. Insano's long bony fingers settled on Linkara's shoulders with the delicate touch of a black widow, barely brushing the fabric of his shirt, but keeping him close all the same. Linkara listened, and the color drained out of his face.

Insano finished his whispered message, and punctuated it with a small lick along the shell of Linkara's ear. “So,” he murmured. “Still interested?”

Linkara took a deep, tense breath and shut his eyes. His voice was quiet. “Yes.”

“...even knowing all of that?”

“I have to be.”

Insano's hand slithered down along Linkara's belly, forcing another shiver out of him, and squeezed between his legs. Linkara made a pained little whimpering noise, and Insano bared his teeth in a mirthless grin. “On your knees,” he said.

He removed his hand, and Linkara slid down to the floor, awkwardly lowering himself into a kneeling position. He looked down at his folded hands. Insano was a poor judge of other people's feelings, as he'd freely admit, but he could tell that there was a heavy heart behind those eyes. His hands twitched at his sides. He could do anything to the hero, anything at all.

And yet … in most of his fantasies, Linkara would at least look at him.

Several minutes passed as Linkara stayed on his knees, head bowed, eyes closed, waiting. When he finally opened his eyes, Insano was sitting on the bed, looking dazed. He cleared his throat. “Um...”

Insano held up a hand for quiet. “I'm thinking.”

“I … I honestly meant what I said. I'll do anything you want. You don't have to--”

Insano looked up sharply. “Will you let me be for a minute?! I'm trying to work something out!”

Linkara's fingers clenched tensely over his knees, but he didn't rise. He waited, watching as Insano sat staring at the opposite wall. When his gaze flicked over at the clock by the bed, he flinched. “Insano?”

Still staring off into space, Insano shook his head, slowly. “Not like this,” he muttered.

“Insano, we're kind of on a time crunch here.”

“I didn't want...” Insano looked down at his nervously twiddling fingers again. “No. I can't.”

“Yes you can. Please.”

“No I can't.”

“Look, you're not gonna like the alternative, OK?! Will you just do it?!”

“For fuck's SAKE! Will you stop PUSHING me?! I've just come to terms with the idea that something I've fantasized about for years is incredibly unsexy in person!”

Linkara lurched to his feet again. “So pick something else.”

“That's what I'm TRYING to do, imbecile!!”

“Do it faster! This should not be that complicated!”

Insano leapt up, quivering with rage. “Don't you DARE tell me what to do!”

Linkara felt dangerously close to shouting will you knock off the dramatics and just DO me already, but he didn't get a chance to before Insano charged him. He wasn't prepared, and he did what he usually did when he saw a fist flying at his face, which was weave to the side and send a return fist, which caught Insano right in the ribs and sent him reeling. Linkara grabbed him, cursing under his breath (stupid STUPID stupid this was already the least sexy thing EVER and now there's NO chance of getting a mood going AT ALL) and wrapped his arms tight around his waist as Insano squirmed, and--

--something happened.

It took Linkara a few seconds to process it—why his breath had suddenly turned quick and shallow, why his face felt flushed, why he felt a pleasant quiver run the length of his spine. He looked down at Insano, who was still glaring up at him defiantly, flushed and breathing hard. Linkara's tongue flicked out to moisten his lips. “Wha'd you just do?”

Insano glowered. “Nothing.” He squirmed in Linkara 's arms and managed to work his arm free, grasping and tearing at his captor's shirt. Linkara grabbed his arm and forced it back down, and Insano … did this thing with his spine, where he arched forward and pressed his crotch into Linkara's and then yielded and went limp. He was hanging heavier in Linkara's arms now, seeming weary from the fight even with a spark of defiance still in his eyes, and his fists were balled uselessly against Linkara's chest.

That should not have been as hot as it was.

Linkara looked Insano dead in the eyes and searched. At the first sign of real panic or distress, he'd stop. He took one step towards the bed, pushing Insano along with him, and the scientist took an equal step back with the grace of a champion fencer, still yielding, still looking up into Linkara's eyes with a carefully controlled blaze of anger.

Insano didn't really start to struggle again until the backs of his calves brushed the mattress, and Linkara firmly placed his hands on his shoulders and pressed him back.. Insano sneered and struggled and writhed against him, but as Linkara pinned him down and their bodies sank slightly into the mattress together, his eyelids lowered, his head tilted back, and a soft moan issued from the back of his throat that set Linkara's skin alight.

His hands were pinning Insano's wrists at either side of his head. His body was pressed close enough to feel the shuddering breath underneath him. When Insano turned his head to the side and lifted his chin to expose the pale skin of his throat, Linkara didn't need any prompting to dip his head and press a bruising kiss to the unmarked side, to nip at him, to claim him...

Insano whimpered. “Nooooo...”

It was as effective as a bucket of ice water. Linkara jerked up, holding himself stiffly away from Insano, looking down at the prone man with wide, horrified eyes. “I'm sorry!” he cried.

Insano looked up at him. “Keep going!!” he hissed.

“I. Um. What?!”

Insano sat up, looking after Linkara in disbelief. “Oh, for …” He ground his teeth and flopped back down on the bed. “That's cute, hero. Ever the white knight, hmm? We BOTH know you're not MAN enough to take what you really want!”

“Not … man … YOU JUST TOLD ME NO.”

Insano made a little growling sound at the back of his throat. “Linkara.” He raised his head and beckoned Linkara closer with two fingers. “Can we negotiate something,” he muttered.

“...yes?”

“Right. Look.” Insano ran his fingers through his disheveled hair. “That fantasy I told you about isn't working. And thank you ever so for wrecking that for me, by the by.” He looked up, but the look in his eyes seemed more timid than it had been. “But there's another one.”

Linkara waited, but Insano didn't seem forthcoming. “And it is?”

Insano's jaw locked, and he refused to say anything more.

The silence was smothering. Linkara shut his eyes and tried to stave off the dull, crushing despair that had settled in the center of his chest. He'd failed. Do it his way, he'd told himself over and over himself when he started, but he'd screwed it all up now, and there was so very little time...

Insano was standing. “The hell did you put my goggles, anyway?”

He was leaving. Linkara's hand darted under his shirt and briefly tensed on his holster, and he hated himself for the whisper telling him to shoot. I don't kill, he rebuked himself. But would allowing Insano to become a puppet of the Entity be a worse fate...?

He heard himself answering. “Hall closet. Your coat's there too.”

Insano grunted in affirmation. He was patting himself down, checking his jeans pockets for something. “Had to make sure I didn't have any backup weapons, did you?”

Linkara sighed. His hand tightened grimly on the grip of his magic gun. “Yeah.”

“Well, you didn't do a very good job searching me. You didn't even find the backup stun ray sewn into my coin pocket.”

Linkara's head jerked up in alarm. There was an eye-searing flash, and then everything went black.