Crumbs for the Rat King

Cleary/Glenn

Tags: Dubcon, Stockhome syndrome, Superhumans, tied up

Glenn would look up blearily from where he sat, attached to his kitchen table chair. He reminded himself, briefly, that he had lost the privilege of the lazy-boy chair in the living room. Privilege... what a funny word for furniture that he had bought and brought to the shared apartment.

Had it been another day he'd been asleep, or just a few hours? With the blackout curtains on the windows, who could be certain? He shifted against the ropes tying him down to his chair, resting them, only to exhale knowing they were just as firm as the rest.

"Oh, hey. Good morning." The lights flicked on by themselves as Cleary walked in. Tall, dark, and imposing, the only thing offsetting the appearance was his jolly attitude. Of course, this had lured Glenn into a sense of security, of more than that. They'd been in a sort of relationship, sort of dating and sort of not; dinners but nothing formal, and living together. It was hard to separate his memories sometimes, even more so when you didn't have the sun and calendar nearby anymore. "I got you something, actually. Some pancakes, as a treat." He slid the takeout container in front of Glenn thoughtlessly. After a moment he'd glance back over from the sink. "Oops! Forgot all about that." He smiled and gestured to the ropes.

Glenn grit his teeth. "I'm glad you're making light of this." He strained against the ropes pointedly.

"I'm not trying to... look. If I could get a guarantee you wouldn't go to your workplace, the one hunting us down, and squeal..." Cleary started.

"But I'd have to! I-... Us... You, you metahumans..." Glenn growled, the rope biting into his skin as he strained.

"Careful! Jeez, don't strain yourself." He hurried over, shaking his hands dry before pushing Glenn back against the chair. "Look... I only have to keep you here as long as it takes for you to see it. Metas, metahumans, whatever you want to call me and the others, we're just like you."

"Except with the power to destroy buildings, topple the government... massive destruction." Glenn hissed. "I can't think of you like me, because you aren't."

"Glenn..." The hurt was unmistakeable. "I'm enjoying this just as much as you are, you know? It was nice before, when you didn't know. We were good roommates... and more." He gestured with his hand, his powers of electromagnetism flaring as a fork and knife twisted out from the cupboard and floated onto the table. Cleary moved away from Glenn, taking them in hand and opening the takeout box. He would begin to cut the pancakes dutifully, albeit silently.

"..." the silence hung heavily over them. Glenn wanted to say that he took his words back, but could he? His beliefs were easy to keep until he met someone and only later knew what they were.

"Open wide." Cleary nudged the chair Glenn sat on back from the table with his foot. Glenn did, and received a cut of pancakes doused in syrup and chocolate sauce.

A few more of these silent bites, and Glenn cracked. "Listen... it was easier to do what I do, to hunt down metahumans, before I met you. I believed I was doing the right thing." He insisted, eyes dodging back and forth from Cleary. "Everything... was easier before I met you."

Cleary smiled a little at that, though it grew devious. "Mm, you know. I think it was too. Before we met, became entangled..." He reached out, touching under Glenn's chin. Glenn looked up on response, and received a bite of food. He flushed when he met Cleary's eyes, seeing the expression.

"Wh-What is it." Glenn stuttered, growing bashful and trying to look away, but Cleary kept his chin there.

"It's been a while since you got any, hasn't it been?" Cleary asked then, smirking then.

Glenn only grew redder. "Is that really where your mind went." He exhaled, bemused and jerking his head away.

Cleary only took it as an invitation, slipping along the perimeter of the table. He sat down on Glenn's lap facing him, leaning forwards to look at him. Glenn kept his gaze, only glancing away at the touch below. Cleary would move one hand to touch his groin, his other moving then to gently cup Glenn's face. It was a surprising touch, one that Glenn had missed. Sparks of pleasure drifted up his spine at the touches; it had been a while after all. He moved against the ropes, felt them dig in as he bucked his hips on instinct. "Cleary..." Glenn whined, looking him in the eye.

"Mm..." Cleary's hand would drift up, curling around the hem of Glenn's pants and in, fingers spreading under his boxers. Glenn flushed as Cleary wrapped his fingers around his cock, encircling him and pulling up then pushing down his shaft. Glenn had to accept that he wasn't in control here. His mind sparked with thoughts outside his entrapment— how he was used to the one being in control, but here he was, tied up and touched as Cleary wanted. Cleary seemed to enjoy watching Glenn's resolve crumble as he gazed into the man's eyes. Glenn grunted, tensing, and Cleary would pull Glenn's dick out from beneath the band of his boxers and pants.

Glenn gasped as the cold air hit him. Cleary pumped Glenn, sitting on his thighs, dick now resting between his legs. Glenn shimmied in anticipation, feeling the burn of heat down his stomach. Glenn leaned forward, wanting to kiss Cleary as he came, but it never happened. Cleary smirked and tucked him away suddenly, stepping off him to the side. "Not until you can trust me, Glenn. My whole self." He said.

Glenn let out a noise between an angry growl and needy whine, chair legs shaking against the ground as he protested, trying to rub his thighs together to get some sort of friction, any movement to get off.

"I know. Maybe next time." The next ten minutes were painful. He only felt the burning sensation, the need— distantly noting the tap turning on an off in the distance, and the door to the apartment shutting.