Real Emotion

Summary: Ron Stoppable is going through a rough time in his life. But when he is kidnapped and interrogated by Drakken, will he snap out of his depression or kill himself in the process? RonXDrakken

Pairing: Ron Stoppable/Drew "Doctor" Drakken

Rating: M

A/N: This fic's a bit…darker than the cartoon, but it's for a good cause! The fic itself is, yes, rated for "M" for a reason. Foul language, adult situations, and sex scenes are involved.

Please enjoy. :D


"Shego!" Drakken barked from behind his large supercomputer. "Yeah, yeah, what?" she asked, not moving from her comfortable leaning position on the wall.

Drakken didn't speak for another ten minutes.

"Just making sure you're here…"

The green-haired vixen rolled her eyes and counted the millions of stalactites. Drakken had been acting stranger than usual since capturing that Stoppable boy a few weeks ago. The task itself hadn't been hard since Stoppable had already been knocked out, but the college campus gave her the willies. Kids were running rampant and screaming and drinking and fighting. It all seemed pretty entertaining at first, but after witnessing two cars slamming into each other right behind her and her unconscious prisoner, Shego had thought differently.

Now that she had time to think, none of her boss's current actions made an ounce of sense to her, personally. But Shego suspected Dr. D had something up his sleeve.

Even if it was crazy, which it definitely was, Shego was still working for the doctor. However, counting the rocks and patrolling the hallow cave got old fast.

Sighing and twiddling a thick strand of hair, Shego decided to go and get something to eat. It was past three in the morning now, and she was sick of playing Drakken's little games.

"Shego," Drakken said suddenly in a low voice and rose from his large chair. The green woman spun around, shocked and surprised at the sudden change in his tone. He stared down at some blueprints and smiled, throwing Shego further off.

"Dr. D…?" she asked in an uneasy voice.

"Bring me that boy. Now."


"I wonder how long he'll keep you alive," Shego said as she hastily unlocked Ron's restrainments. The young man sensed that she was serious, and so prepared himself mentally.

Truthfully, that's all he could do.

And pray, too, but his faith in God wouldn't help him now. In a way, Ron felt as if God had abandoned him. Not for Kim and him splitting up or what happened to Rufus, but for all the pain and suffering he had endured afterwards.

"Hey, Shego?" Ron asked as they entered an elevator. It never ceased to amaze Ron the weird and almost fantasy/science fiction inventions that surrounded him.

"What?" She wasn't in a good mood at all and slapped Ron on the back of the head with a closed fist. Ron flinched but didn't make a sound, the burning pain slowly turning into a bruise. After all, he had been enduring this type of treatment for more than two weeks.

"How is he going to kill me?"

Shego thought about the question as the machine arrived at the top floor. "Probably painfully. Bu how the fuck should I know?" the young woman replied and grinned evilly. The two of them stepped out of the dim lift, Shego behind Ron with a manic-like smile. Ron was a broken spirit, as Shego had discovered when she had captured him.

Passed out on New Year's night with a keg.

How nice.

She studied his body, eyes suddenly squinting with the extremely bright lights. As they adjusted, she realized there were quite a few different things about Ron Stoppable.

He was definitely skinnier than when they had first brought him here, but still slightly muscular. And his hair, usually yellow and bright, was dirty and greasy. Also, the way his back was hunched led Shego to believe that he had ran a whole marathon or something. And the way he walked, too, startled her. It was ragged and tired. Too tired. Shego tried to remember if she had made him run around for her entertainment or given him Speed.

Maybe that was why he was so drained...?

But she hadn't. She was positive of it. Dr. D had instructed her to only visit Ron twice a day in the lower part of the cave, once for his meal and once for the use of a bathroom. Other than that, Shego patrolled and battled with other villains. And she even managed to run into Kim Possible. What convinced her that Kim and Ron were no longer a team was when Kim ignored Shego's questions.

"So, where's your monkey sidekick, princess?" Shego asked and threw a large metallic object towards her enemy. Kim dodged it easily, though, and challenged the other woman to hand-to-hand combat.

"Shego, give it up!" she yelled and landed a hard roundhouse kick to Shego's side.

"Can you at least answer me?" the greener one of the two asked and jumped on top of yet another machine in the warehouse.

"Where's Drakken, Shego?"

Shego stared at the red head, truly confused.

"See yah, princess. Dr. D needs this shit."

The whole trip back, Shego kept the blueprints close and her confusing realization closer.

How could she have not seen how everything connected together?

"This is so fucked up," Ron mumbled to himself, throwing Shego back into reality. As she watch from behind, Ron continued to stumble forward, even though his way was lit. Ron must have realized that when Drakken did kill him, it sure wouldn't take long, so he was hurrying up.

And that's what he wanted…a quick and painless death…right?

Shego led him into a small room and strapped him in a tight straightjacket. The young woman then buzzed her boss. As she waited outside of the silent room, Shego thought about the walk from the prisoner chambers to her current position. There was something about that kid's voice that...was just out of character.

It was angry.

Like how Drakken's voice strangely had become...


After Shego left on orders to patrol the cave, the interrogation began.

"So, Stoppable…" Drakken began. His voice was eerie, and oozed into Ron's skin like some sort of poison. But it was the sort of poison that Ron craved.

"Weird," Ron thought and shifted in his straightjacket, deciding to focus on something else. "I wonder if he's going to clone me or something. Most likely he's gonna try to kill Kim. Not good. Better send her a signal somehow... But KP would be able to kick his ass no matter what I do. But what if…what if…she..."

Just the thought of Kim dying was worse than his current heartache with her and the loss of his best friend, Rufus. But at the same time, Ron wanted to forget about Kim and Rufus. He wanted Drakken to kill him right then and there. Anything to escape the world he had currently given up on.

It surely was confusing for Ron until Drakken slapped him across the face.

"Ow!" he yelled and fell off his chair and to the hard, metallic floor. "Jesus, Drakken! What the fuck was that for?" He lay on the floor and stared up at the bright lights and silver walls. Ron wanted to lay there forever.

For some reason the blonde somewhat liked the numb feeling he felt in result of the inflicted pain. That realization made him so sick to his stomach that Ron wanted to puke.

Drakken suddenly grabbed Ron's slightly muscular right shoulder with one hand and seated him back down. Ron was completely dumbfounded. First off, since when was Drakken that ripped? And secondly, what type of sick-o game was he playing?

"So, since when did you and little Kimmy break up?"

"How is any of this your business?" Ron shot back. His head was spinning now. The blonde wasn't sure if it was from the light or the memories or his current physical state.

"Probably all of the above…"

Drakken raised an eyebrow and sat down in his own chair on the other side of the table. "Since graduation, then?" Ron stared at the table, his eyes narrowing.

"By the way, how are those Mad Dogs doing without you, Stoppable? Hm? Speak up, dear boy…"

"Don't say anything. Don't say anything. He's obviously done his homework, but don't say anything."

Suddenly Ron felt Drakken grab the front of his straightjacket, ripping it slipping, as he pulled him closer roughly. The younger man swung his legs up defensively and ended up sitting halfway on the table, barely breathing. Drakken stared him straight in the eyes. He was searching for answers, answers Ron didn't have. Drakken gripped his shoulder.

...Or maybe Drakken wanted him to have them.

His legs dangled there for another moment or so before Drakken removed his hand from his shoulder. Then the older man stepped forward and parted Ron's legs, which wasn't very hard.

"You're going to tell me everything, Ron Stoppable, or else."

Ron frowned slightly and glared.

"No."

Ron had barely finished his sentence when Drakken pressed his lips to his. He was shocked at this. So shocked, in fact, that the blonde accidentally granted the older one access to his whole mouth. Soon Drakken's slithering tongue made its' way inside of his wet mouth, tapping and wrestling with Ron's own tongue fiercely.

Then, as Ron flinched, he felt Drakken place both hands on his tied arms.

The blonde tried to scream. He tried to fall off the cold table and roll under it, away from Drakken. But he couldn't move at all. The combination of Drakken's two hands, his lack of energy, and the straightjacket seemed to all contribute to the possibility of rape. Something tightened inside of Ron as the thought fully sunk in. But then something else happened. Something was breaking inside…and Ron needed to stop this now before it shattered.

"I can't breath… Oh God, oh God…"

A soft sound escaped from the back of Ron's soar throat as Drakken pulled him closer. In response to this, Ron tried to wiggle away, but the evil doctor gripped both sides of his shoulders. Then his hands fell down to where the younger man's waist was. That is, if his arms weren't slightly strapped in the way.

Suddenly Ron opened his brown eyes, just realizing he had closed them, and blinked.

Drakken was staring at him, almost seductively, as he gnawed at his bottom lip.

The blonde gasped and let out a small cry at the new tingling sensation.

The doctor's thick arm, Ron wasn't sure which one at that moment, pulled him right off the table and into his lap as he sat down simultaneously. Their lips were still locked when Drakken decided to kick the moment up yet another notch, and so let his other gloved hand wander down. It eventually rubbed against Ron's zipper and hidden erected cock, which caused some sort of electric jolt in Ron's spine.

Drakken's hand paused for a minute, deciding what to do next, when the paler man finally found his voice.

"No, no, no, no, no," Ron's muffled voice chanted in a last attempt to ward off his imposer. Drakken ripped himself away suddenly, wiping his wet lips on his blue jacket. Ron fell on the floor and laid there on his side, sobbing and gasping at the same time.

"I'll be back, Twerp."

He left the door open.

Ron sat up and realized he was alone in the now dreadfully chilly room. He was confused and insulted and aroused all at once and, to make matters worse, he couldn't stop wanting of that warmth.

Soon the only thing running through is mind was one simple question:

Since when did Drakken swing that way?


A/N: Wowies! That was a slightly weird chapter… I apologize if the beginning was a bit boring. The following chapters will be much sexier, I promise.

Poor Ron…

Thanks for reading!

- TheDyingPain