Trigger Warning at the end notes!
Previously: When Skye and Lincoln were told they had to sleep together, they escaped into the forest. Unfortunately Lincoln fell into a trap. Kane was then able to find them and knock them both out.
A Few Days Ago:
Something was wrong.
One, Lincoln didn't feel any sort of ache. Which was good. Or, one would think it was good. But he should be achy. His ankle should be hurting. His feet as well, from stomping over tree branches and twigs. But he didn't feel any of that.
Then there was his bed. Cardboard like the fights? No. Shield cot? No. It wasn't even like regular old bed in his cell.
It was luxurious.
Lincoln's eyes weren't yet open, but he could tell he was laid back on something plush. Something that had him sinking into it, with fluffy comforters and warm blankets.
The room had a warm golden tint to it, as though morning streamed through a window that didn't happen to exist. But things seemed to be glowing in there. Like… the color of pure happiness? If he had to put a name to it. It was a large room, sort of like the one he and Skye had been forced into so they could… procreate, but the bed was nicer. There was more furniture. Decorated couches and a boudoir. Even the scent was more inviting: cinnamon.
"Hey there, sleepyhead."
Lincoln turned his head to see a positively beaming Skye, her hands clutching a tray. She was wearing her pajamas. Not the lingerie. Not even the ones the museum provided her with on a daily basis, which were actually as comfy looking as sleepwear came, but ones that he'd seen her wearing at SHIELD. A large hoodie, grey sweatpants. Simple, but hers. Her hair was even up in a messy bun as it often used to be.
"Skye," he said. "What-"
"Shh," she murmured, placing her index finger lightly on his lips. "You've been hurt. You need lots of rest."
"I feel great, actually," he said, sitting up. "You look good."
Skye giggled. Giggled, high pitched and girly. He'd never really heard such a thing from her. "Thank you."
"You're welcome. But you usually do, you know. You are pretty."
He didn't really want to say that, he realized. It had just sort of slipped out.
Skye blushed. "Please. I probably look so gross right now…"
"No," Lincoln insisted. "You look comfortable. It's… nice. To see you at ease, sort of."
She set the tray down next to him and sat herself on the side of the bed along with it. Her back nearly pressed against him. "I feel at ease, and comfortable. And it is nice," she said, tilting her head at him. "But you need to eat."
Her hand drifted to the tray full of fresh fruits and… pastries? God, he hadn't seen a pastry, or any desserts for that matter, in months. And… was that a chocolate croissant? That was his favorite! How did Skye even know? In fact, why hadn't he gotten one lately? He always made sure to go to a French bakery and pick one up every few weeks.
Oh.
Oh.
How could he forget? They were kidnapped.
Skye plucked a strawberry off the tray and brought it to his lips but he shut his mouth tight. Her lip jutted out and she pouted.
"Lincoln!" she whined.
"Skye, what is this?" he asked. "Why are you acting this way?"
She looked lost. "Because I want you to get better!" she insisted confusedly. Then her mouth curved upwards in a half smile. She placed her hands on either side of him, leaning forward generously. "Because I want to help you get better."
"What are you doing?" he asked softly, Skye smirking enticingly only inches before him. "This isn't you."
Her brow furrowed. "This is me," she insisted. "This is all of me."
Skye started undoing the drawstrings on her pants.
Lincoln rushed forward. "No, stop!"
"Why?" she asked, and dropped her pants anyway. Her shirt was gone moments later. "The water is so nice! Don't you want to come in?"
Huh.
Lincoln wasn't entirely sure how he missed that hot tub that took over a substantial amount of the bedroom.
"C'mon!" Skye said with a wave from the water, her bikini's sequins glinting off the pool's lights.
Lincoln stepped in the water slowly, expecting something. Scalding hot, a shock. He just thought there had to be something wrong because they were in that place.
But there wasn't.
"This is nice," he commented.
"Isn't it?"
"When did they give you this?" he asked.
"Mmm… not too long ago. They were happy with me."
"Skye?"
"Yes?"
"What did you do that made them happy?"
"Oh you know," she said, waving her hand casually as though he truly did. "Wine?"
Skye held out a glass of dark red liquid. He took it.
"Thank you. I don't know, actually."
"I was good," she said, grinning warmly as though pleased with herself. "You should be good too. It's nice to be good when it makes others happy."
"I just want you to be happy," Lincoln said, though he wasn't sure it was entirely true. He wanted Skye to be happy, but he could want other things as well. It just seemed like the right thing to say.
"That's nice of you," she said. "But we should make everyone happy."
"Not these people," Lincoln told her spitefully. "They… they hurt us."
"But they could help us." She placed a hand gently on his face, wiping his cheek tenderly. "We just have to give them what they want."
"No. We don't owe them anything."
"Don't you want me?" she asked, and the hurt in her eyes was heartbreaking.
"I…"
"You said I'm pretty."
"It's not that simple."
"It is."
"It's not."
She kissed him, hard and fast and before he could think to breath, she was gone.
"It is," she near whispered. "Don't you want to see our baby?"
He almost choked. "Wha- no!"
"But we'd make such a pretty baby."
"Skye!"
Skye was on the bed, then. Head laid back and posing for him in that lingerie from the other night. The outfit looked brand new.
"It's simple," she repeated, her hand gesturing open in an invitation. Her one leg out straight as the other crooked in at her chest as she lay back in the pillows. There was a space just next to her as if made for him. Actually, there was little doubt in his mind that it hadn't been.
Lincoln shook his head. "This isn't right and you know it. You hate that they're making us do this!"
Skye frowned in puzzlement. "But you don't." She appeared in front of him, too close for his liking. "You would have considered it because you feel something for me."
"No…"
"Don't think about them. There is no 'them'. This is between us; just you and me."
His mind shifted in an abnormal way. Lust and stronger feelings suddenly clouded his judgment. Was she wearing perfume? God, it was intoxicating.
"Let us," she said, lightly pecking his lips. "Do this."
Lincoln shifted his feet. "You really want to?"
She nodded eagerly, happiness flooding her with the likeness a child. It only made this situation more disturbing.
"Oh, yes," she said, eyes dilating with want as she clambered onto the bed. "How do you want me?"
No! The voice in his head shouted. Skye may have offered it before, but it had been under coercion. She'd never wanted this for real.
"I… I don't want you."
"You… don't want me?"
"I don't."
Skye pouted again, though her face held heaps more devastation than it had earlier.
"But," she gasped. "They'll hurt me!"
A guard materialized out of nowhere and cracked her sideways into the ground. She didn't retaliate. At all. At the kicks or swings or shocks or… god, there were too many weapons to count!
"Skye!" he shouted. When he tried to run to her, chilling metal bit into his wrists. He was chained.
She was sobbing. Skye was sobbing. He roared at the man attacking her, but soon the guy wasn't even there. Still his friend continued to writhe on the ground, bloodied and bruised.
Skye shivered, a pained smile finding her face.
"Please," she whispered through forced cheer and a bloody lip as she lay on her side. "Do you want me now?"
"If not," Kane said as he emerged from the shadows. "I could always take your place."
Lincoln howled in an extract of rage as the man got closer. His teeth glinted sinister in the low light as he reached out a hand to pet Skye's hair tenderly, causing her to shudder anew before moving on to the straps of her outfit….
"SIMULATION ENDING. Subject: Static off course."
"Wha…" Lincoln muttered.
He was on a bed, but not the one Skye had just been sitting on. A small cot in a medical room. Wires extruded from his skin and-
He couldn't move.
"Static may feel disorientation. This is normal for the Desire Simulation."
"Desire Simulation?" Lincoln asked in a mumble, the strange and worrisome term overtaking his curiosity directed at his immobile state.
"CAMI is using Static's dream state to discover what may initiate his breeding instinct."
Lincoln closed his eyes hard. It had been a dream. Just a dream.
It sure as hell hadn't felt like a dream.
"What-"
"We have used aromatherapy as well as intravenous drugs to induce lust related dreams. Did Static find any of the prospects in the last simulation- satisfying?"
"Hell no!"
"CAMI did not believe so. She did not acquire sufficient data to tell her this. But CAMI must ask the subject in case system readings were off."
"Everything that has to do with Skye and I having sex in this place is anything but satisfying. It's disgusting."
CAMI beeped, and Lincoln wished fervently he weren't frozen like a statue. He very much so wanted to hit the thing. "CAMI will try again. In a different setting."
"No," Lincoln said, a little too late. Not that the robot would care anyway. But his eyes were already drooping…
"Hey, Lincoln," Skye said, the slit in her red dress showing off her dark, fair skin as she stepped towards him. "Let's sit down. We have dinner coming! And this place is so nice."
Lincoln was confused. He wasn't entirely certain how he got there, or why he was upset…
But there surely couldn't be anything off about eating with Skye at the Eiffel Tower, right?
Trigger Warning: Nonconsensual medical procedures to stimulate labido happen while Lincoln is unconscious. Basically, feeding him drugs so that he'll have lustful dreams.
Because this story wasn't weird enough. Actually, in a recent SHIELD comic book Coulson, Bobbi and May find out there's these teens being experimented on and given powers mainly to be sold into fetish brothels! (as Coulson put it). Or be slaves. Or soldiers. Either way, I'm not the only strange one out there ;)
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