Clone A-03.02 (Francis x male!reader)

Chapter 20 - Possessive Behaviors

A/N: TW; The beginning of this chapter will include depictions of; SA, r@pey actions
But don't worry, it won't go too far into it. I'll stop it wherever I start to feel icky because of it.
Anyway, enjoy.

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The bedroom door creaks open.

You hear it, but don't think too much of it because you were almost completely asleep and you were comfortable... You didn't think to check it. You thought maybe the door wasn't shut all the way and it just sprung open because of the draft in the apartment.

But that was the thing. There was no draft.

Slowly, the floorboards creak under someone's feet and then the bedsheets rustle. You whine when you can no longer feel Francis to your side, but now you felt a presence... Above you?

Why was he above you? You sigh, stirring in your sleep. But then, whoever—or whatever—it was started grinding against you.

Where was Francis? He wouldn't do this. Well, he has done this before while you were asleep. But that was different. This... This was primal energy.

All you could hear through your resting state was the grunting of whoever was on top of you. But, of course, you were asleep and couldn't exactly just... Wake up. I mean, you could. But it would result in a panic... And you didn't want to fuck with that.

So, whoever it was—presumably just Francis—kept grinding against you; crotch on crotch contact. The friction caused you to groan, stirring in your deep sleep again, but you were pinned down.

"Shh.. Kleine maus. Relax..."

Immediately, you jolted awake. That wasn't Francis and you knew that perfectly well.

You struggle against the dopplegänger's grip, but it goes nowhere.

"Don't even try to call out for your little... Boyfriend," he hissed, smirking down at you as he continued to grind his hips against yours, "I already took care of that pest."

Your eyes widen. 'He did what?' you think to yourself in utter disbelief, "What'd you do to him? You didn't kill him, did you?" you asked frantically, your voice barely above your bated breaths.

"Oh, no. No no, eine kleine maus. He's just... Sleeping." the dopplegänger laughs, but you were unphased.

"What? You hurt him. Where is he!?" you struggle against his grip and finally get enough strength to toss the dopplegänger aside; off of you. Once he's off of you, you rush out of the bedroom in search of Francis, but a rough hand pulls you back.

"I'm not done with you yet," he hissed angrily.

"Well, I'm done with you!" you reach for anything you can, grabbing a stray light bulb off of the desk beside you, smashing it on the edge, and puncturing the dopplegänger straight in the eye.

"AGH..! WHAT THE FUCK!?" he exclaims and stumbles back, clutching his now very bloody eye. His grip releases on your arm and you flee to the other part of the apartment while you still have a chance.

"Francis?" you call out. This felt familiar. No, this felt very familiar.

"Francis!?" you shout again, and from the corner of the living room, you catch movement. Francis.

You scurry over to him, kneeling in front of him. "Holy shit." you gasp, noticing a large scar on his face; an opened scar at that. It was new. "You need help ASAP." you say, grabbing Francis so he's over your shoulder, clinging onto you and now being dragged towards the bathroom. You shut—and lock—the door securely so the dopplegänger couldn't get in and grab out a first aid kit to treat the large wound on Francis' face.

You put some antiseptic pads over it and he winces audibly. "I know, I'm sorry. It's going to hurt." you sigh and clean up the remaining blood with a q-tip you had sprayed with water. He winces again, "Shh.. It's okay. I know it hurts.. Just bear with me." you grab a gauze bandaid and open it, placing it overtop of the scar on his face.

Then, there's banging on the door. Loud, urgent banging.

"Y/n, please. You don't understand my need for you. You don't understand how much my body craves you." the dopplegänger said from the other side of the door.

"Well... The only things I crave is Francis and for your death to be soon, so get to it." you say, determination in your words despite how trapped you are in this situation.

"Why'd you stab me with that broken light bulb? I thought you liked me, Y/n.." he pouts, "It really hurt, yknow."

"He's just trying to guiltrip you." Francis says, choking as he stands behind you, holding your hips for support.

"I stabbed you because you aren't my Francis." you hiss, anger etching its way onto your face. "My Francis actually gives a fuck for what I want; for how I feel. And besides, you're just an ugly replica."

Francis laughs when you insult the dopplegänger's appearance. You look back at him and smirk, leaning into his touches. This surprised him, but it was far from unwelcome.

"Yeah, you're ugly," Francis says with a light chuckle. "I'm the real and sexier version."

Your cheeks blush, but you laugh, he laughs too. "That's no lie." you agree plainly.

The dopplegänger didn't respond anymore. There was no more banging. Either, he died from bloodloss, or he just gave up and left. You laughed at the possibility that he just left because of your insults.

"He's just a pussy. And I don't like pussies," Francis says, giving you a light kiss on your neck.

"Mhm," you hum, smiling at the contact between the two of you, "I don't either."

"Wanna..." Francis pauses, leaving out the question to see if you knew what he meant. And you did.

"That's not a question," you say before unlocking and opening the door, walking out with him.

"Before we do that," Francis says, pausing for dramatic effect. He licks his lips, continuing.

"I want you to masturbate for me."