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Vic is pushed into the control room of the spaceship by one of the pirates, and his hands curl to fists behind his back as he sees Dick spread out between the crew. They have put him onto the holographic screen map to share him between them, blue light reflecting against his skin as the star system wraps around him, illuminating the fluids they have left and are leaving on him.
Clearly, they want Vic to participate.
Dick’s bruised legs are opened wider, pussy red and swollen from the repeated penetration. Their juices stick to him. Fluids varying in thickness. One of the aliens keeps teasing his clit with a clawed blue finger as the crew talks about their conquest. Dick’s straining body stays trapped by multiple hands as he is forced to fellate the captain’s cock, his throat cruelly pushed out by every thrust, a green thumb pushing into the skin right above his Adam’s apple.
The sight would be dramatic enough if Vic couldn’t see the thin tendrils of an alien emerging from Dick’s glistening pussy. He saw the thing floating around the pirates before Dick and he were caught. Dick’s stomach is dented out by it, the jellyfish like creature filling his uterus. By the heat signature Vic is picking up and the jolts of electricity making Dick’s lower body jerk. It’s clear their goal is to biologically hijack his teammates body.
On the Titans’ mission, the ruler of Kanis told them many a species in the sector was fighting against extinction and were not above abduction to ensure their species survival. Vic had not expected this.
He struggles against the grip the largest crewmate has on him, but his flaccid cock is guided toward Dick’s cum filled pussy regardless. Blue fingers spread his teammate’s cunt as he is pushed over him. Dick’s head is forcibly pulled back, so he lies properly down as the captain’s cock rams down his throat in new delight. Dick arches up against him, head of his cock slipping into the searing heat of his insides. The aliens snicker, and Vic is pushed forward roughly, Dick’s folds parting for him as the creature still inside Dick wraps around him to keep him trapped.
Vic feels Dick tensing around his cock, and he is sandwiched as the alien who guided him in spreads his ass to rip him open. Vic grits his teeth at the penetration, cutting off his pain receptors as he is fucked into Dick without regard for any of their comfort. He barely understands the languages, his computer got damaged during the fight, but he understands enough to know they are pleased with the two Earthling toys they now own.
Vic tries to hold back, to use his technology to slow his body down, concentrate on allowing himself to feel the pain he is caused, but the creature has taken control of his genitals, and he spills deeply into Dick with a shocked gasp.
Sweat pools down his temple as he is removed from Dick’s lax body. Pulsing ass still painfully wrapped around the massive bumpy cock. His head is mockingly petted by his captor as the jelly creature pushes itself out of Dick in a parody of birth, leaving behind a mess of bruises and gaping skin.
The captain barks out an order without having left Dick’s throat, and Vic grits his teeth as his captor forces himself out of him, pushing him once more onto Dick. They tie them tightly together like a package, Vic’s flaccid cock back in Dick’s wrecked opening, and then they throw them in a cell.
Dick breaths heavily against his collarbone, and Vic tries not to think about where they are connected. He never showered with the Titans when they did not yet have private rooms due to his own hang-ups. He never knew Dick wasn’t cis.
They were supposed to be on a normal diplomatic mission in space. Vic just wanted to know more about the planet, but then he met the pirate crew, and they wanted his parts, had the technology to take it by force. Dick intervened once catching up with him, and it brought them here.
If they modified Dick’s body, it’s his fault.
“Vic…?” Dick asks. His voice is rough, and Vic wonders how much he screamed at first. He feels hot to the touch. Vic’s systems blare out warnings. “Vic, I need… I need you to do something. Please. Anything.”
It takes him a moment to comprehend the words, but Dick looks up at him with tears streaming down his face, body shivering, and Vic curses.
“Fuck. Ok. Hold on.”
Vic shifts, then needs a moment to push away his own hang ups. He moves his hips as best he can with the lack of mobility they have, but rocking… rocking into him is not enough given the pain does not leave Dick’s face. He’s simply there to plug Dick, and he can’t even get properly hard.
Dick tells him it’s okay, but the tears wetting through his shirt tell a different story.
They are electrocuted awake, and Dick is taken away, barely conscious but overheated body reacting to the touch of their captures in kind as they squeeze his nipple and trace his surgery scars. It’s an agonizing four hours, Vic’s internal clock tells him, before Dick is returned to him, soaked in cum but less feverish. Vic brushes his lips across his sweaty forehead in comfort, hoping it helps sooth him a little as they are tied back together.
Dick falls asleep fast, exhaustion getting to him. Vic can’t sleep. Not with Dick pressed so close, roughed up sticky nipples caressing against his chest with every breath. The wet moisture around his cock makes Vic aware of another urge he tried to ignore. He cancels the need but eventually that doesn’t help anymore.
He squirms discreetly, but that is inconsequential while being tied to a Bat.
“What’s wrong?” Dick asks as Vic’s body turns restless.
“I need to. I need to come,” Vic lies, biting his tongue as he squeezes his eyes shut and lays their sweaty foreheads together.
“It’s okay,” Dick whispers against the corner of his lips, nose caressing his cheek. “It’s okay. I don’t mind. Let it go.”
Vic wants to be stronger, but he is unable to stop flooding Dick’s pussy with his piss as the younger hero reassures him with whispered words. Walls clenching around him as if meaning to stimulate him. Dick must know what is really happening, especially when Vic actually grows hard right after, but he does not call him out, simply drips around him.
It continues like that. Dick is taken and returned. Fucked more and more senseless by their captors. The bruises on Dick’s body let Vic recreate in his mind what they do to him. They start to hang him up by his clit to turn him docile for their breeding. A thick metal ring is pierced through.
Dick is non-responsive for eight hours and thirty-four minutes the day they bring him back without cum swamping his pussy. It’s only the next day that Vic sees the crusted blood staining his thighs where they ripped him open from behind.
The Green Lanterns find them tied-together.
Hal enters first, thankfully stopping the others with a green shield before they can truly see. They are untied swiftly, but Vic notes Hal’s gaze stick to Dick’s empty eyes and bruised lips. Vic does not it, and even less when Hal grasps Dick to pick him up.
Dick’s speech is slurred as he says the man’s name, but they are separated before Vic can express his displeasure. He takes the constructed pants Kyle gives him while he reluctantly accepts the hesitant shoulder pat from Kilowog.
He does not see the crew as he leaves, and he hopes they are dead.
Hal returns to the Green Lantern ship with Dick dressed in fresh clothes after two hours too long. Dick still has a slight tremor, is avoiding Vic’s gaze. That, Vic understands, even if it hurts.
John follows his gaze when Vic stares at the way Hal and Dick are standing on the bridge. Dick’s body covered from view almost entirely. Vic hadn’t realized how used he had gotten to seeing Dick naked.
“Hal can be a little harsh, we both know that, but he wouldn’t do anything to Nightwing that Nightwing doesn’t want, and it’s best for him to lean on someone after what happened. For you too.”
Vic frowns. He’s been so worried about Dick. He’s ignored what they did to him. But he is out of danger. John truly cares about him. And they have been stuck together for so many days, how can Vic feel good if Dick is still in pain?
“Thanks, John,” Vic says despite his doubts. It’s simply nice to be cared for. To ignore for a moment, that his very human alarm bells are still ringing, and that he itches for a fight with the Lantern standing too close to his teammate.
If someone were to ask, Vic would tell them he connects with the ship as an exercise. A checkup that his systems are running smoothly again. He is unsurprised when the sensors reveal to him that Hal fucks Dick in his quarters. Still, he almost shuts down the whole ship as he hears Hal talk.
“You’re pregnant with so much alien filth. If you’d let yourself be knocked up before that, they couldn’t have turned you into their broodmare.”
Vic stays in the hallway, shaking with a rage he thought long under control, and Dick does his best not to flinch away from him as he rounds the corner.
“We need to talk,” Vic says, watching Dick blanche, almost loose his balance, and if that isn’t a telltale sign that something is wrong with Nightwing, Vic doesn’t know what is.
Dick allows him to follow him into his quarters. He has not been in them before, it seems. The bed is still made.
Dick’s breathing stops as Vic wraps around him from behind.
“Vic--,” he says, shaking hands clasping his.
“Let me have a look,” Vic says, “Just a look. It’s nothing I haven’t seen before, right?”
Dick stands frozen, shoulders rising and for a terrifying moment, Vic thinks he made him cry, but then Dick lets out a shaky breath and steps out beneath his hands to undress. He’s still dripping with Hal’s seed. Every bruise their captors left on him sits stark in a multitude of colors on his skin. His ovaries are visible, bulging out over his hip bones. Vic does not dare ask. His mouth is too dry. Dick’s breasts have grown a little heavier. A bitemark sits around one of his glittering areoles. Distinctly human.
“Do you even want what he does to you?”
Dick doesn’t respond, and Vic steps closer but keeps his hands to himself no matter how dearly he wants to cup his cheek. His heart beats a mile per hour as he says: “If you need someone, ask me instead.”
Dick looks at him as if it never crossed his mind, as if it is a horribly confusing offer.
“Why would you want me to do that?”
“We’re friends,” not the best, Vic can acknowledge that. They have had their differences but that does not mean Dick is not the best team leader Vic has ever had. “And every time you were taken out of that cell, I feared you’d never come back.”
Dick mutely gazes at him, something unidentifiable in his look. A hidden disbelief. A self-disgust. Vic isn’t sure what about his words could have caused that, but he knows when he should leave. He listens in, though, to Dick screaming and crying and sobbing as he breaks down in his room.
Relief floods him when Dick shows up at his room later that day, and they can cuddle up together. Vic wants to kiss his skin, tell him that none of this makes him less, but he knows it is not a boundary he can cross.
“What did the med bay computers say?” Vic asks.
Dick grimaces but takes his hand to guide it to his belly. Let’s his sensors pick up the unusual activity.
“What are you going to do?”
Dick squeezes his hand, heart rate accelerating as his gaze shifts away.
“I don’t know. It could be yours.”
Vic had not taken that into consideration. He doesn’t know if it’s important.
“One of them.”
“Yeah.” Dick’s voice shakes as fresh tears spill from his eyes. “One of them.”
Vic cups his cheeks.
“I’ll be here. I’ll be here no matter what.”
Dick blinks, looking at his chest. “I’m scared. I’ve never been so scared before.”
Vic swallows. He can tell.
“… Can I have a closer look?”
Dick nods, tensing a little as Vic moves his hand over his belly and relaxing when it brings no pain. There are three wombs now. One seems to truly have the DNA of a human within. What could become their baby.
Dick's ovaries are not swollen. Not really, rather three eggs have already been inseminated, waiting to swim up into a free womb. The fallopian tubes might be filled with those inseminated eggs, meaning Dick will go through multiple pregnancies for years.
“Kanis will have encountered such a situation before. They’ll know how to stop this.”
A corner of Dick’s lips rises. He looks a little more like the Titans leader he is as he says: “If they didn’t sell us out.”