New beginnings

Chapter 15

Warning: sexual assault, an evil triangle and some swearing.

Exactly five weeks later and Fidd was seriously regrets ever agreeing to have an encounter with such a demonic 'muse'. He only had the pleasure of meeting Bill three times in the recent five weeks and already he couldn't stand him. He despised the things Bill did while using Ford's body like when he kept stetting his hand on fire and laughing his evil, shrill cackle. Fiddleford hated those yellow eyes that looked through his soul and the smile, the sick and inhuman smile that settled on Ford's face that made his stomach churn. Even though Fidd hated this monster he loved Ford more and even though he would plead to Ford about what Bill does to his body, Stanford just pushed it aside as 'Bill just doesn't understand normal things yet but he'll learn'. As much as Fidd loved the man he could be real stupid sometimes.

Later on that week Fidd and Ford were down in the private study. They had been working on an equation for over four hours straight. They were working at their separate desks and so engrossed in their work that neither of them had spoken a word for about an hour. Fidd was growing tired of his work and needed a break. He looked up at his partner. He was slumped over his desk, busy at work. Fidd hated when he over worked himself, Ford would sometimes be so determined to get his work done that he would spend hours sometimes days without eating or sleeping.

Fidd rolled his eyes and got up from his desk. He strolled up to Stanford and cuddled him from behind. He rested his head on Ford's shoulder and kissed his ear.
"We should take a break" Fidd insisted. His hands creeped up the bottom of Ford's shirt and began to roam his body. "Come on darlin', I don't want to go to bed alone" Fidd nuzzled Ford's neck and planted a small kiss on his cheek.
"Okay Fiddlesticks. Let's go" Ford turned his head. A wide grin was spread across his face and his eyes glowed yellow. Fidd gasped and tried to move away from Bill but Ford's hand had already gripped Fidd's small wrist and wouldn't let go.
"You know what specs, I haven't experienced mammalian coital ceremony before. I'm very interested to know what it's like. I accept you invitation to engage in a human copulation session" he grinned, getting up from his chair and still keeping a firm grip on Fiddleford's wrist.
"No, B-Bill. I didn't mean that...With you. I-i thought you were-"
"Thought I was who? Your dear Stanford. Well aren't I? It's still his body... There's no difference" said Bill as he yanked Fidd in close to him.
"Bill please... Let me g-go" Fidd stuttered as tears of fear filled his eyes. He knew he couldn't match Bill's strength so struggling would be near hopeless. Yet he still tried to wriggle his way free from Bill's tight grip.
"Aww come on... Don't you want to feel the pleasurable sensation of a fertilisation session? I know how much you love to engage in a breeding conference with Stanford, heck you were just begging for one right then, so what's wrong now? besides, I'm here to help you with those human desires" He said in a soft voice, almost as if he was trying to be romantic. Fidd shuddered at those graphic and repulsive words about his 'human based desires' that Bill had just objected to him. Bill's smile grew as wide as his lips would allow and moved closer in attempt to capture Fidd's lips with his own. Fidd saw the scene before him play in slow motion as the sickly beast leaned in closer, its lips puckered and his grasp on Fidd's shoulders slightly loosening. Fidd's mind raced and his heart pounded in his chest. Fiddleford knew that Ford would never treat him such respect and he knew that Ford would have punched anyone that spoke to him in such a manner. Therefore Fidd made a decision that Ford would gladly approve of if he wasn't being possessed by a disrespectful and randy triangular monster. Just before Bill's lips could make contact on Fiddford's, he had managed to free his right arm and soccer punch Bill on the jaw. Finally those boxing lessons Ford gave him in college paid off. Stanford's body stumbled backward and released his grip on the terrified Fiddleford.
The southerner then tried to dash for the door, dodging around his desk and parts of a previously failed experiment to get to the elevator door. He frantically pushed the button, what the fuck was taking so long. The sound of the elevator clanking and whirling as it made its descent from the top floor gave Fiddleford little joy because a familiar six fingered hand wrapped around his upper arm and yanked him to the side. Bill pinned Fidd up against a wall and gripped both of his wrists so he couldn't get another lucky shot.
"Please Bill...l-let me go" Fidd protested as tears ran down his checks.
"Do you promise to not make any more distractions?" He asked in a sick and twisted voice as his eyes glared into Fiddleford's. His breath was heavy and a few beads of sweat were collecting on his brow. He obviously didn't expect he'd have to be chasing after Fiddleford in this crowed laboratory.
"Y-Yes" Fidd snivelled and looked away from Bill. He knew he couldn't get out of this one as easily as he did the last time. All he could do was try and struggle against the hands that had him pinned to the wall but he was exhausted from the adrenaline rush.
"I can't hear you" Bill growled and tightened his grip on Fiddleford's wrists, earning him a small whimper of pain from the other man.
"I promise" said Fidd, tears were still running down his face in defeat. He didn't know what exactly Bill was planning on doing but he had a few gruesome ideas.
"Good boy, now get back to work" Bill hummed and released his grip on Fidd's wrists. He stepped back allowing Fidd to step away from the wall. Fidd cowered in front of Bill, palming over his wrists they were definitely going to be bruised.

Bill then walked back to his desk and sat down feeling proud with himself. Fidd hesitantly walked back over to his desk and sat in his chair.
"Oh and specs.... I'm still interested in that mating ritual" he smiled from over his shoulder and winked. Suddenly it clicked, this was all a sick game to get him back to work. He had never felt so disguised in all his life, a sickly feeling pooled at the bottom of his stomach. Fidd sat at his desk, slowly weeping and checking over his bruised wrists.

"Are you alright?" Ford's kind voice asked from across the room. Fidd looked up, tears still rolling down his face, to see his dear Stanford looking back at him with those soft brown eyes Fiddleford adored so much. He just whimpered as more tears flooded from his eyes and rolled down his soft face.
"Fidd what happened?" He asked before getting up from his chair and going over to his distressed lover. Ford crouched down beside Fidd, gently grabbed his chin and  slowly brought Fidd to look at him in the eyes.
"Fidd what's wrong?" He asked in a concerned tone.
"..B..Bill..." That was all he could say as a lump in his throat silenced him. Fidd looked down at his bruised wrists and Ford gasped as he saw the damage bill did to his beloved Fiddleford.
"I'm sorry Fidd" was all he could say. "What we're you two doing?"
"He..he" Fidd's voice shook. He wasn't sure what to say. He knew Bill was just trying to scare him into getting back to work but this behaviour wasn't acceptable.
"I..I thought it w-was you... I-i wanted y-you to take a br-break..he...he f-forced me ag-against the, the wall... And t-told me to g-get back t-to work" he snivelled as he tried to dry his tear stained cheeks.
"I see... I tell him to be more careful. I guess he's just determined to get the portal finished" Ford smiled, completely oblivious to Fidd's pain and distress.
"But Ford-"
"Say no more Fidd, I understand. Maybe we should take a break" he smiled and patted Fidd on the shoulder. Fidd let out a small sigh and nodded his head.
"I know it's tough, but just hang on a little longer until the portal finished and we can investigate the universe together"
"I love you" said Fidd and looked deep into Ford's brown eyes.
"I love you too" Ford whispered as He drew the southerner in for a hug.

Fidd closed his eyes and felt the warm, loving man that was wrapped around him. The hug only lasted a couple seconds but to Fidd it seemed to last forever. He loved being in the warm and safe embrace of Stanford. He felt kind and soft, nothing at all like Bill who felt cold and intimidating. Just being in that kind loving hug with Stanford, the man who was his everything made him forget for the slightest moment about the outside world. The hurt, the pain and bitter memories. If only he could live in those moments of bliss forgetfulness forever.....