Keswick had been acting strange since lunch. Not to say no one had noticed, just about everyone had. Dudley noticed the hardest, of course. Dudley decided that it was too stranger to just be a mood swing, and thought of one surefire way to check if it was truly Keswick or an imposter.
"Hi, Keswick," he greeted, slipping a small metallic stick into a pocket. It was something Keswick had made to erase people's memories for up to a day. Dudley figured the imposter only got the idea at lunch, and it would erase the thought too.
"Hey. What is it." he answered, not looking up from his work.
"Welllll…." sighed Dudley, standing behind him, one hand on the laser gun snapped to the back of his shirt, "I messed up a case and I feel really bad about it…. Can I have a kiss or a cuddle? Help me feel better?"
Keswick stopped dead, and Dudley took that as queue to pull out the gun and set it to its lowest.
"I-I'm sorry?" he chuckled, "You can't be serious. We're both straight!"
"That's what I thought, you imposter."
Keswick shot around, laser gun pointed right at his chest. Dudley shut his eyes tight, pulling the trigger. He knew that wasn't actually Keswick and he knew it was so low it wouldn't do anything but shock him, but it hurt nonetheless.
Keswick fell to the ground and Dudley worried for a moment it actually was Keswick. It quickly faded as the shape glitched between Keswick and Chameleon. Then it stopped on Chameleon, suit sparking for several seconds. Dudley never had such an urge to hurt him further.
The aimed the gun at his head, "Now you show me what you've done with Keswick."
Chameleon gulped nervously, nodding, "If I show you, will I get out of jail?"
"If you show me you should consider yourself lucky you aren't dead."
"...right."
(...)
Chameleon had given Dudley directions to his hideout, an abandoned storage unit. Keswick was knocked out and trapped with two different handcuffs, one on his hands and the other interlaced with a pipe. No key was in sight, so Dudley sighed and tried his hardest to pick the one around the pipe with his blunt claws.
When he succeeded, he tossed Keswick over his shoulder, and turned to the Chameleon.
"Oh, and Chameleon?"
"Hm?"
As he flashed him with the memory loss stick, Chameleon screamed and ran off. Dudley putt Keswick in the passenger seat, hoping he'd wake up soon. He took his own seat and started the car back up, before trying to pick the other cuffs.
Keswick, of course, woke up right in the middle of it.
"WH-WH-WHAT THE FUCK-" he screamed, tearing his hands away and kicking the glovebox, "WHERE AM I-!"
"Keswick-!"
He gasped, "Dudley?!"
"Yeah! And thanks for getting your shoe print on my car!"
Keswick giggled awkwardly. "Sorry. Can you get these ca-ca-cuffs off me?"
Dudley nodded, all anger forgotten, and leaned over. "I can try. I couldn't find a key so I've just tried to lockpick with my claws."
Keswick let out an over-the-top gasp. "My boyfriend! Commiting a cr-crime! I can't believe you."
Dudley smiled and stole a kiss before starting his task. As soon as Dudley freed both of his hands, Keswick grabbed his arms and pulled him down for another kiss. All the annoyance and anger Dudley had for the Chameleon faded and he so desperately didn't want to let him go encase he lost him again but-
Keswick laughed, releasing Dudley. "I don't know wh-wh-what happened for the past few h-hours but… th-thanks for saving me! I love you."
Dudley nodded and, flustered, got back into his seat. "A-anytime. I love you too. Now let's get you home."
Keswick clicked the cuffs back together, spinning them around his finger. "Not to work, huh?"
"I'm not taking my eyes off you for a goddamn week," he admitted shakily.
Keswick gave a snort of laughter, "...k-kinky."
