Author's Note: Ohohohohoho….yes.
Alt. Doof sighed, leaning back up against the concrete walls that made up his jail cell, sitting on the run down bed hanging by chains. He had been arrested after they were found and he hadn't seen Platyborg since the second before he lost consciousness. He could still see the cyborg's scared expression, and it burned a hole deep into his thoughts. He couldn't think. All he saw was his lover's pained face, as the electricity burned through his circuits and shorted them out, the moan of pain the cyborg gave as its body fell limp on the floor. This enraged him greatly and he clenched his fists. They…would all…PAY.
At this moment he wanted to do the impossible. He wanted to retake the city, and be as powerful and strict as ever before. Everyone would be executed, EVERYONE would die by his hand. Blood would spill profusely, the bodies piling up, the souls lost forever in a sea of piercing hatred and anguish. He could hear it, the cries of pain, the tears and betrayal….And they were all from his lover.
He couldn't take over the Tri State Area, not without hurting the one he loved. And he refused to hurt the cyborg any more than he had in the past.
The former dictator tried to calm himself. He was getting worked up, his breathing coming out in harsh, hesitant, shuddering breaths. He closed his eye to find peace in the place that hadn't any. His mind wanted to collapse and cave in, in itself. But he couldn't give up. He had to keep fighting this, for their sake…
"Get up."
He opened his eye to see his cell mate staring down at him. The man was a little larger than he was, and thicker. And he wondered for a second if he was about to get his ass kicked.
"I said get up!" The guy demanded, grabbing his clothes and forcing him to stand against the wall.
Crap. He was going to get his ass kicked. Alt Doof thought and tried to move away, but he was punched in the stomach, forced to stay standing instead of doubling over like he so desperately wanted. He thought his stomach did a flop, as he clutched it with one hand in pain. His other wrist was held against the wall and he was immobilized. He felt something hard against his front, and it wasn't him. The bulky man that held him, pressed himself against the poking, extruding clothed member. A mouth connected to his neck, kissing along his soft, pale skin and he shivered when a hand reached down to squeeze his clothed, limp, crotch.
The moment he realized what was happening he thrashed and squirmed to get away from it. Correction, he was going to get his ass POKED. He felt the lips connect to his mouth, his cell mate's thin, unshaved, stubble, scratching his skin as the hand massaged him through the pants.
Alt. Doof found that he could move his legs, and swung one out, connecting his knee to the erection in front of him. The man didn't fall, it had affected him, yes, but not enough. The former dictator felt a sharp agony shoot through him and he yelled out in excruciating pain. He collapsed, moaning as he clutched his wound. Blood. He could feel the dark, sticky, substance squishing between his fingers as the man got on top of him and he couldn't stop it as he felt the buckle on his pants be undone, and his zipper being pulled down.
1st Dimension.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz and Perry the Platypus sat on the green couch in a silence. The scientist tapped his finger impatiently on the arm of the seat, biting his lip and tapping his foot on the ground in an almost rhythm like beat.
The wall clock- that the platypus had gladly brought with him when he had moved in to the apartment –ticked every second. That, mixed with the tapping from the doctor, and the unbearable need in him, drove the agent insane.
Meanwhile, Doofenshmirtz was slowly drifting off into madness. His thoughts wandered to horrible places as he desperately struggled to bring them back to reality. His cheeks turned red, as he picture both lewd and arousing acts that they could be doing right now. And he couldn't hold it in anymore as the object of his thoughts made his underwear feel tight, restricting him as it only inflated, never dying down. He jumped, making the animal beside him flinch, screaming as he ran out of the living room.
"I-I have to go to the bathroom!" Perry looked at him skeptically as the man ran to the bathroom and threw the door shut behind him. The mammal sighed, spreading his legs to look down at the no longer hidden, pink, twitching member. He knew for a fact that they had better get married soon, because neither of them could take this any longer. He also knew for a fact what the man was doing in there, and he debated on doing the same but chose against it. Their first time doing it as a married couple had to be special, and long wanted, no matter how much it was slowly killing them inside. If they couldn't do anything sexual for months then so be it! Their love was stronger than any urge!
Sometimes he just felt out of place. What was he doing? Was he really meant to give his life away to this man? To tie down with him? His own nemesis? But as he looked at the idiot and saw with his eyes, the affection that both bathed and drowned him with love, he knew. He knew that he had made the right choice when he slipped on the ring. The animal held his hand out in front of him, marveling the shiny rock that lay stagnant on his ring had been custom made, and EXTRA small to be able to fit his tiny finger. And the diamond was beautiful, twinkling in his eyes. "Ah…" He sighed in relief as he grasped his tip, squeezing it softly to give himself minimal pleasure as he stroked up and down.
He had to stop. With all the will power he had as an agent, a lover and an owner, he retracted his hand. He had to do something to help calm it down, and fast, before the scientist came back. He went into the kitchen, hopping up on the counter and turning on the kitchen sink.
…
Doofenshmirtz just finished stripping down to his underwear, kicking them off. He could barely control himself as his hips jerked forward, looking for any kind of stimulus it could get. He fought and brought back the curtain to step in the tub. He turned on the water to full blast, on cold and stuck himself underneath. He gasped, moaning in pain and the chill of the running water, finding just the slightest desire in it. Not much, but just a shred of his immorality found a smidge of pleasure, barely enough to fill his needs. They couldn't keep this up, they couldn't keep depriving themselves like this. He had to think of something else, to keep their minds off of things until after the wedding. But what…? He thought as the water did its job. His member shrunk and deflated, powering down as the urges started to subside and were now a numb, twinge. Doofenshmirtz shut off the water, leaning back against the moist tiles on the wall, relaxing his body and allowing the droplets of cooling water to drip down his back.
What were their counterparts up to? The question popped into his mind. The last time he heard from the 2nd Dimension, they had disappeared together and he had received a message from Perry the Platyborg saying that they were safe, but that was it. And that was over two months ago, no other confirmation had come in. He took his counterpart's relationship with the cyborg as an inspiration. The night after the news that they had escaped together had aired, he stayed awake all night thinking. Nothing was stopping him. There was no one and nothing to stop him from committing to the one he loved. Look at the other him and the other Perry the Platypus! In order for them to be together , they had to leave their homes, leave everything behind just to see each other. And if they were caught, then, the other him would be imprisoned, and the cyborg, well that was a question. Would they let him go or dismantle him along with their love? The scientist didn't know and he didn't have to worry about that happening to him or his nemesis. So what was he waiting for? He jumped out of bed, drove to town at past night to find a ring, and when that didn't work, he got the supplies and made one. And when he was finally done at 3 PM, he had just enough time to make reservations at the best restaurant in town and call the platypus over frantically telling him it an emergency. After they had gotten to the restaurant and he had apologized for faking an emergency, he made sure Perry had a good time before leading him outside and popping the question. He had never been more relieved in his life when the animal had slipped on the ring, answering his question. As they kissed under the moonlight, their happy tears glimmering down their faces, they knew they'd be together forever. He sighed as he recollected the memories, and sometimes, he wished he hadn't asked the platypus to marry him….
Truth be told, he was afraid, that he wouldn't be remotely close or anything the animal had hoped for when the thing said yes. What if he screwed up and they ending up getting a divorce? The scientist couldn't take it. If they split…he- he just couldn't fathom how he'd take it. Dr. Doofenshmirtz stepped out onto the towel folded on the floor, and reached to take a fluffy towel off the rack to dry himself off from head to toe, grabbing some clothes he had hastily grabbed on his way to the bathroom. He groaned when he realized he had forgotten to bring underwear.
…
"Uh, Perry the Platypus?"
"Krrkrkrrrr?" The animal in question stood up on the couch to make his voice heard.
"Could you- Well…I forgot my underwear again. Do you think you can…?"
"Krrrkrkrrrr."
"Thank you!" The scientist called to him as he made his way to the man's bedroom, straight to where his underwear drawer was, knowing which one it was from- Ahem, past experiences…
Perry picked up a pair, smiling he brought it back to the bathroom. He reached up to twist the doorknob, waltzing right in like it was nothing.
"Hey!" Dr. Doofenshmirtz cried, wrapping the towel around himself to hide. "Oh come on, seriously?!" He scowled at the boxers the animal had brought for him, the one's with the agent's face printed all over it, the real face just smiling away and laughing. "Alright! Alright!" The scientist snatched the shorts away and started to usher him out. "Scoot! I have to get dressed!" But the mammal pushed against him, running to hide behind the curtain. "Very funny! Get out!" He said as he threw the curtain back, shocked to find that the mammal wasn't there anymore. "Where'd you-" The scientist screamed as he felt something latch itself onto his legs, climbing up his towel to rest in between his legs. It was furry, and small. "Perry the Platypus get out of there! What are you- Ohhh!" He moaned mid-sentence as a small tongue started to glide along his length. "Ah…Stop! You know we aren't supposed to-" He felt weak as his knees gave out, landing him backwards on the bathroom floor, he sat up, watching the large lump in his towel move as the tongue caressed his manhood. He whimpered, bringing his hands to hug around the body through the towel for support. It felt so good, the lack of release for so long of their sexual tension. He gave in finally, slipping his hand under the towel to grasp the small, slim, and twitching member, stroking the platypus that moaned around him.
Perry moaned as he took more of the man into his bill, licking and sucking on the pulsing member as his own started to throb to life in his fiancé's magic hand. He was squeezed, a thumb pressing into the little slit there and then stroked more. Since the man was no longer standing, he didn't have to hold on to the hips to keep him up. He moved his hands to wrap around the shaft, massaging it as he worked with his tongue, eyes closed and purring in passion and pleasure.
The man moaned, stroking faster up and down the small length as he felt himself getting closer. The animal shivered in his arm as he did this, he felt the wet mouth start to bob on him. "F-faster! Ah!" His body twitched and jerked as he arched his back into the bill, beating his closed fist faster on the platypus that gripped his shaft harder, squeezing pre-come from the tip where it was swallowed hungrily by the frantic tongue. He felt a huge pressure in his groin before he felt himself explode, crying out in ecstasy as he felt his member be drained and sucked clean. With a final pull from his hand, Perry screamed around him. He felt the mammal's come hit his leg where it dripped down.
They panted and gasped to catch their breaths. The mammal climbed out of the fluffy fabric, climbing up to collapse on the man's chest.
Dr. Doofenshmirtz senses came back to him when he realized what they had just done, to themselves, to their marriage. It was over. Their marriage was over, before it even started.
"Oh no! No! No! What have I done?! It's ruined! Our marriage is over!"
"Krkrrrkr!" Perry chattered loudly to get the man's attention. What on earth was he talking about?! Nothing was ruined, and their marriage wasn't over at all! The thing hadn't even started yet!
"We were supposed to wait! To make our wedding night special! That can't happen now because I screwed up! I let you do it and I always mess up everything! I'm a failure! I failed us!" The man was in hysterics and blinked when his lover smacked him across the face. The animal grabbed his face with one hand, shoving the diamond ring in his face with the other, Doofenshmirtz instantly got the message, tearing up at the mammal's metaphorical words.
'If I had thought you were going to fail me, would I have said yes? Do you really think our future depends on a great orgasm for us to stay together forever?'
Doofenshmirtz shook his head at the words he got from that animal's eyes. Them being just that close, could understand each other without speech. Almost like a telepathy of love. "I'm sorry Perry the Platypus. It's just- I love you. And…I don't want to stop loving you if something goes wrong…"
'Then don't.' The platypus shrugged.
"I won't…ever…T-thank you…" He hugged the animal on his chest close as he sat against the bathroom wall. There was a long silence. "…Did you know about 60 percent of all marriages eventually end in divorce do so within the first 10 years? ….OW! Perry the Platypus! Okay! I'm quiet!"
2nd Dimension.
Candace Flynn, leader of the resistance, had never been scared or felt threatened by anyone in her life as a member, until now. She slowly brought out her staff as her cybernetic pet growled at her, approaching her at a slow pace.
"Stay back!" She yelled and swung the stick at the cyborg's head. It dodged it with ease, down on all fours, it stalked her like prey, baring its teeth and snarling. She swung again, and the thing snapped at the end of the staff, growling as it thrashed its head side to side to destroy it. "Hey! Let go, you stupid ice box!"
Platyborg smiled around the staff, inwardly laughed. If Doofenshmirtz was here right now, the man would be so proud with him, and most likely, a little turned on… But he stayed strong and fought against her, for both of them. He pulled at the staff, getting into a game of tug of war for it as his claws dug into the carpet underneath his feet for leverage. He pulled harder, dispatching the staff from her hands, throwing it across the room with his mouth.
"I'm not scared of you! Bring it! I'll take you!" Candace challenged him, baring her fists.
He charged at her, pouncing and knocking her to the ground, but he didn't claw her, didn't bash his metal fists into her face, the cyborg didn't bite her. It didn't do any of those things, instead, it did nothing. It just laid there, limply, on top of her...
"What the…?" She asked, throwing the thing off of her where it landed on the floor with a thud, louder than a normal one because of his metal exterior. "What are you doing?"
The cyborg blinked at her, and did nothing, looking at her with a sad, and tired, brown eye. As she looked at him, she saw a lot. She saw fatigue, and bags under his eye, it was red and puffy like he had been crying. She also saw how desperately tired he was, and surprisingly, a few white hairs hinting into the teal, showing heavy stress. This was it, what she wanted. She wanted Doofenshmirtz in jail for all he did, and he was. She wanted her pet back home and broken, torn away from the man and away from it all. She had inadvertently driven him away when she had placed the former dictator under house arrest. She gave him no choice, in order to get what he wanted, he had to leave, run away from his family and all he had known, to run away with an evil maniac. Candace never wanted to hurt anyone….well, except for Doofenshmirtz…
But her pet was her family, and whether she liked it or not, family supported family's decision, no matter…ugh… how much she didn't want Doofenshmirtz to be related to her….in ANY way whatsoever-
She was wrong. She had always been wrong, and now she saw it. She opened her mouth, to say something but then a phone buzzed in her pocket. Candace held it up, looking at it curiously and she finally spoke to him, as an equal, as a person, as family. "…This is the phone the Resistance uses to alert me when there's a crucial update on Doofenshmirtz…" She trailed of, swallowing bile as she forced herself to say his first name, she'd have to do it from now on "Heinz is in jail…So what would be crucial about him?"
The cyborg's eye widened and he motioned frantically for her to pick it up, suddenly filled with a horrible worry for his lover. She answered it and a small voice spoke in her ear, loud enough so that cybernetic platypus could faintly hear it, he couldn't make out any words, but he could tell it was Holly who was on the other line, speaking frantically. He saw that the teen's face had fallen in a deep sincere look, and one of sadness.
"Yes…Thank you…Goodbye…" Candace said and hung up. She took off her glasses, eyes wet as she looked into his brown eye. He could already tell something was wrong, even before she spoke. "Doofenshmirtz was stabbed in prison…."
The cyborg backed away from her, shaking his head in disbelief, mind racing as he ran out of her room as fast as his heavy metal legs could carry him.
"Perry, I'm so sorry!" He heard her yell to him as he ran, but that didn't matter now. Nothing did, as he ran down the streets and all the way to the other side of town. The cyborg didn't stop, not until he threw the hospital room door open and halted to stare at the broken man unconscious on the bed.
