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Duncan woke up, it was his first official morning of being being 'married' to Mal. He looked at his hand and grimaced as he looked at the ring, he hated it just as much as he hated Mal.
'It's too early for this shit...' Duncan thought to himself with a groan as he looked at the clock. It was 4am and he was instructed that one of his daily tasks would be to get up with Mal and make breakfast for him every morning at five but since he was just learning, Mal wanted him up an hour earlier to practice getting things right.
Duncan started to crack some eggs and it took him three tries, Mal was right and he did need some practice. The first time he burned them and had to throw them out and the second time he got egg shells in the yolk and didn't think Mal would want any crunch to his eggs.
"Fuck!" Duncan yelled at his third attempt when the egg fell and cracked on the floor. "Fuck, Fuck, Fuck!"
"You have such a high vocabulary." Mal told Duncan and he turned around to find Mal leaning in the doorway.
"You're not supposed to be up until 5 a.m., Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes and looked at the clock to see it was 5:12 a.m. and then he awkwardly laughed. "Which it's already after that..."
Mal chuckled at that and remained in the doorway.
"Is it really taking you this long or do you just think I'm going to let you leave if you screw up?" Mal asked him. "That's not going to happen, Sweetie. I'll just work with you until you get the hang of the things I want from you. That being said, I have confidence that you'll learn every single thing I want and expect of you."
"What if I don't want to learn how to serve you and your needs?!" Duncan shouted at Mal and pointed to the eggs on the floor. "I'm not made for this shit! It's not in my genetics to cook or clean! I didn't even clean my own room when I lived with my parents and when I went on Total Drama, I never made my bed or any of that shit!"
Mal finally moved from the doorway and into the kitchen where he went behind Duncan and wrapped his arms around his waist and whispered in his ear.
"You'll learn, Sweetie..." Mal's response and touch made Duncan jump. He wasn't expecting that from Mal and especially not this early. "Even if I have to force you to get it right."
Mal then left go of Duncan and walked over to the couch where he turned on the TV and looked at Duncan, he wanted him to come over and Duncan knew it but really didn't want to.
"Uh, I have to...clean up the eggs from the floor..." Duncan told Mal, trying his hardest to think of any reason he could to not join Mal. "The stove is still on too and...and if I came now then the house would burn down!"
"Turn the stove off then." Mal rolled his eyes and looked at the TV to change it to the news. "Get me a yogurt and get over here, Sweetie. It's too early to deal with your bullshit."
"Okay, Mal." Duncan told him and then quickly turned the stove off and went to get a yougurt from the fridge along with a spoon so Mal could eat it. "Don't you want me to clean the eggs up? If the yolk dries then i-"
"If the yolk dries then you'll be on your hands and knees scrubbing it up." Mal informed him. "I don't like to be kept waiting, Duncan. I'm going easy on you right now and not even asking you to cook until you get it right, that's extremely rare of me and also extremely generous."
Duncan understood Mal's threat, it may seem like there wasn't one but he was slowly learning what that meant for him. Duncan having the yogurt in hand walked over to Mal and held it in front of him to take it, Mal just gave him a funny look and raised a brow at him.
"Sweetie, what's wrong with this?" Mal asked Duncan
"It' expired?" Duncan asked and started to look for the date on the stupid thing.
"No." Mal told him and started to tap his fingers on the coffee table. "I'd hope you wouldn't try to feed me expired food. Try again."
"You don't like the spoon?" Duncan asked him.
"No." Mal told Duncan, he was almost amused as he said this and leaned back into the couch to get himself more comfortable. "I'll give you a clue. How do you expect me to eat the yogurt?"
"With the spoon?" Duncan asked, he could tell Mal was getting pissed but Duncan? He was amused.
"Are you just stupid or are you fucking with me?" Mal asked Duncan and started to inspect his nails on his hands even though he was still watching Duncan out of the corner of his eye.
"I'm not stupid, Mal!" Duncan yelled at him. "Stop treating me like I'm a small child or like I'm a complete fucking idiot!"
"I'll stop treating you like you're an idiot when you can tell me what's wrong with the yogurt." Mal informed Duncan, not even bothering to look away from his nails. "How do you expect me to eat it with the spoon? How am I supposed to get to it, Sweetie?"
"You ope-" Duncan was about to tell Mal when it dawned on him what exactly Mal wanted him to do. "Are you serious right now? You're playing this game with me over it not being opened! Something you could have done in like 2 seconds yourself?!"
"Correct." Mal agreed with Duncan and finally looked up at him. "Why would I open it when I'm a married man now?"
"Married people can open things, Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"You're right again, Sweetie." Mal laughed at Duncan's response. "Hey...Aren't you also married?"
"Not by choice." Duncan told Mal as he stood there. Mal still kept laughing.
"But you're married." Mal continued. "You just told me that married people can open things so why don't you be a good Sweetie and open it and then nicely hand it to your Husband?"
"You know that's not what I meant." Duncan rolled his eyes but opened it and shoved the spoon inside and handed it to Mal. "Here you go my loving and devoted Husband. I'm truly sorry that you married a complete simpleton who can't do basic things without your wise guidance."
"Thank you so much, Sweetie." Mal smirked at Duncan and ignored his sarcastic response and instead decided to hit him where he knew it would hurt. "You did so well for the first try. I didn't even have to tell you to put the spoon it in. My Sweetie did it all by himself like a good little housewife should."
Duncan felt his heart start to race and then he looked at the stupid cup of yogurt and realized he did it without even thinking twice or being asked.
"I used to do it for these kids when I babysat." Duncan lied and Mal smirked and took a bite of the yogurt. He clearly didn't believe him. "It's not funny, it's true!"
"You won't have to worry about that anymore." Mal told Duncan and patted the seat next to him on the couch. "I don't want kids and you're lucky you're not an actual bitch or you'd be pounding down that birth control. We couldn't want any little gifts inside that belly of yours for 9 months, would we, Sweetie?"
Mal then rubbed Duncan's stomach which again made him jump in his sit next to Mal. Mal simply chuckled and ate more of his yogurt while Duncan found himself starting to shake and he went to quickly get up and bolt for the door.
"Woah now!" Mal gasped, surprised by how fast Duncan was attempting to leave. Mal knew he was going to run or at least try, it wouldn't do him any good but it was best to stop any of this behavior at the start. He wrapped his arms around Duncan's waist just as his naughty bitch was about to fall into the coffee table head first and pulled him back into the couch on his lap. "Someone almost had himself a nasty fall."
"I'm not a child, Mal." Duncan firmly told him aware that he could have hurt himself.
"Where were we running off to, Sweetie?" Mal whispered in his ear. "If Sweetie needed to go to the bathroom, he could have just said so."
"I didn't need to use the bathroom." Duncan told Mal. If that bastard wanted to talk to him, he was just going to answer every fucking question as brutatlly honest as possible. "I tried to get away from you because you're insane."
"If you didn't need to use the bathroom, I can't think of any good reason you would need to get up and leave." Mal told Duncan, ignoring the last part of his sentence. "How about we watch the news together?"
"No." Duncan told Mal and tried to get out of Mal's grasp. "Let me go! You stupid asshole, I hate you!"
"Naughty boy." Mal smacked Duncan's leg hard enough where it started to sting. "Don't talk back to me like that."
"How would you like me to talk back to you?" Duncan asked with a smirk. "I can play games too."
"My naughty boy is trying his luck this morning, isn't he?" Mal asked Duncan, not laughing or smiling but just a blank expression that Duncan couldn't read.
"Maybe..." Duncan smirked and Mal stroked Duncan's cheek followed by reaching up a bit and pulling hard on Duncan's eyebrow ring. "Fuckkk! Let..go!"
"Courtney could only dream of doing this to you." Mal finally left go of it as he said this. "I can and will rip it out if you test me."
"Yes, Mal." Duncan muttered as Mal left it go and Duncan could feel it throbbing from Mal pulling on it. He didn't want to think of him actually ripping it out. "I'll play a nice little wife for you."
"I don't believe you just yet." Mal told Duncan and focused on the TV. "We'll get there once we're married long enough. If you think I won't trust you ever, you're wrong. I know I'll be able to trust you because I want our marriage to be built on that."
"I'd like our marriage to be built on you not hitting me..." Duncan dared say to Mal and then realized that could have been a mistake, he expected Mal to smack him again for that comment but he didn't. Mal pulled Duncan closer to him and wrapped an arm around him and placed his other hand on Duncan's knee. Mal said nothing else to him for at least 30 minutes while he watched the news, This gave Duncan plenty of time to be lost in his own thoughts.
'I don't know how to cook' Duncan thought to himself. 'He's going to kill me...He hates my attitude...'
'Will he let his guard down? Can I ever leave?'
'How long do I have to play this game?'
'Is this my life now? Is he actually my Husband? Am I his wif-no, I mean husband?'
Duncan looked at his own hand and the ring that was on it. It wasn't tacky but it wasn't something he would ever pick for himself. Mal must have noticed Duncan looking at it even while he was watching the news because Duncan felt Mal's hand that was resting on his knee a light squeeze.
'That wasn't rough...' Duncan thought to himself. 'I know the bastard did it on purpose. is he trying to reassure me? Does he want me to stop looking at it and focus on the TV?'
With that thought, Duncan put his hand down and decided Mal didn't want him to look at it. Duncan focused on the TV for only a little bit before it lost his attention and he started to focus on Mal's hand.
'It's amazing that a hand that can take down Alejandro with one squeeze is the same hand that can be on me and give such a delicate squeeze...' Duncan thought to himself as he remembered how Mal was with Alejandro on All-Stars. 'Maybe he would have killed me by now if he was going to? Maybe I can get out of this?'
Thinking about Mal's hand on him made Duncan realize something as he was feeling a weird feeling between his legs. It wasn't a foreign feeling to him, it's happened before but he never thought he'd get an erection just by thinking about Mal of all people. Why was Mal's touch doing this to him? His body was betraying him and he hated it!
'This bastard is making me hard and he's not even trying!' Duncan thought to himself in a panic and quickly crossed his legs and removing Mal's hand from his leg in the process. 'Dammit Duncan, don't let him get to you, you're going to survive this and get out!'
"I won't hit you if you just listen to me." Mal finally spoke to Duncan. "If you just accept the fact I know what's best for you and let me take care of you how I see fit, we won't have any problems."
"Hmmm?" Duncan asked Mal confused, forgetting about the earlier conversation and focusing on anything to get his erection down.
'Beth tried to give you a hand job once...' Duncan thought to himself. 'When she tried to seduce you, she spit all over your chest once because you were in your bed when she woke you up for that.'
'She called it a good morning awakening...' Duncan continued to think to himself, forgetting Mal was even speaking to him. 'It was the second worst morning of your life, the first currently is waking up next to Mal and finding a ring on your finger.'
"Sweetie, I am speaking to you." Mal spoke again and it snapped Duncan out of his thoughts and back to his current situation. "You told me you didn't want me to hit you in our marriage and I am informing you if you simply accept the fact I know what's best for you that you'll find yourself not having those kinds of things happen."
"Oh." Was all Duncan found himself saying before he went back into his thoughts. 'Get it down Duncan, block his voice voice out.'
"Get it down, block his voice out..." Duncan muttered out loud.
"Sweetie, are you playing dense on me?" Mal asked him. "I'm speaking to you and when I do, you most certainly will not 'block his voice out' on me. That is where we're going to have some problems."
"Beth once tried to give me a hand job on Total Drama Action." Duncan told Mal like it was the most casual thing ever. He didn't even realize he said it until it was too late to take back.
"Why the hell are you thinking about that disgusting bitch when I'm talking to you?" Mal asked Duncan. "You don't need to think about any of those people or memories again. You're married, you have duties and a Husband who needs you. It's not like we're ever gonna let Sweetie leave the house that much, are we? No, Sweetie is going to be a good little homemaker for me while I go to work and provide for him. If you're good, I'll take you out on your Birthday or our Anniversary. Once or twice a year we'll take my little bitch out when I can trust him."
"Once or twice a year?" Duncan asked, that's all he really took away from that whole speech Mal just gave to him. "You're planning this like I'm going to be here then."
"Why wouldn't you be?" Mal asked with a slight laugh. "You're always going to be here to greet me when I come home, see me when I leave and when I come home from a long day of work and just need to wind down with my little slutty Husband."
"People are going to look for me, Mal." Duncan reminded him. "You have a week at the most with me."
"You'd think that to be true." Mal smirked at Duncan. "That fire in your eyes that you just gave me now, it's a real turn on but I can assure you that nobody is going to be looking for you when you write a letter that you fell in love and decided to persue it and you don't know when you'll be home."
"I won't be writing such a letter, Mal." Duncan crossed his arms and hated his body even more. He was getting harder by the fact Mal told him all of this. What the fuck was wrong with his body? It HAD to be Mal's voice that made him react this way because it certainly wasn't his personality.
"You'll be writing that letter, Sweetie." Mal told Duncan who still couldn't get his boner down and that made him nervous and starting to shake.
"Stop shaking." Mal simply told Duncan, starting to get annoyed. "It's getting more and more annoying every time you do it."
"I..I can't..." Duncan admitted to Mal and continued to shake, knowing Mal would hit him for it.
"Try." Mal instructed Duncan with his annoyance starting to show but he still remained calm. "I don't want to have a Husband that shakes every time I touch him. Do you understand that? There is only so much I can take of having you reject my touch. You did so well for me when we were watching TV this morning, what happened to that?"
"None of your business..." Duncan told Mal with a hint of annoyance in his tone. It shouldn't matter to Mal why it changed, he was scared and felt betrayed by his own body!
"Every single thing you do is my business from now on." Mal reminded Duncan. "Every way you react to things is my business. I understand that my Sweetie is delicate and needs my help but for me to do th-"
"Excuse me?" Duncan asked Mal with a glare while he was still shaking. He was scared but he was also getting pissed off. "My thoughts are mine even the ones about you! I'm not delicate either, Mal. I'm trying to process this fucked up life that's all in your head."
"Duncan, enough with your tantrums." Mal warned him, not even listening to what he said. "You're still shaking and you're getting upset over bullshit. Do you know who used to do that shit to me? Zoey. If I wanted that emotional crap, I would have married a woman."
"I'm trying to stop shaking!" Duncan snapped at Mal with his face red from anger and embarrassment.
"C'mere..." Mal patted his lap for Duncan to come back over to him.
'If I do that, he wins.' Duncan thought to himself and also knew if he moved his boner would be noticed and attended to. 'He can come over to me.'
"No." Duncan told Mal and when he saw the look Mal was giving him, he realized he needed a reason. "I'm...I'm pretty nervous."
"You're pretty alright." Mal laughed, Duncan didn't find it funny. "I'm not asking again."
"Come over here?" Duncan tried his luck and asked Mal.
"If I have to get up, I'm going straight upstairs and getting drugs to sedate you." Mal informed Duncan. "Those are the two choices. You come to Daddy or Daddy uses druggy-wuggy's on his Sweetie."
'Druggy-Wuggy's?' Duncan thought to himself and smirked at how ridiculous Mal was being. 'Again, he's treating me like I'm a small child.'
"I'm not a small child or your pet." Duncan rolled his eyes at Mal before deciding he had no choice in this and slowly scooted over to Mal who seemed amused by this but allowed Duncan to do it on his own pace.
"See? That wasn't so hard." Mal placed his hand on Duncan's leg and started to rub it again. "The only thing I can see hard is your friend who wants to come out and play."
Duncan instantly went to cross his legs again but Mal was a step ahead of him and pressed hard enough on his leg, preventing him from crossing it.
"My friend does not want to play." Duncan muttered to Mal, feeling completely exposed.
"I think he does..." Mal told Duncan, leaning into his ear to basically whisper. "Is that why Sweetie is so nervous for me this morning?"
"Please Mal..." Duncan begged and leaned his head back into the couch and closed his eyes.
"Please, what?" Mal asked him as he slipped his hand down Duncan's underwear and placed it on Duncan's erect member.
"Please play nice..." Duncan clarified and whimpered. "You're going to do this no matter what, please play and be nice to me..."
"Why wouldn't I, Sweetie?" Mal chuckled. "Poor thing, is that why you were shaking?"
"Yeah." Duncan admitted, breathing heavily and loving Mal touching him and hating it at the same time.
"That won't do, will it?" Mal asked and pulled Duncan's underwear down a bit more. "You should never be so scared of my touches that you shake. I'll show you just what happens when you're a good Sweetie for me."
Mal traced the tip of Duncan with his fingers before switching to his thumb and stroking it. That got a few jumps from Duncan which made Mal chuckle as he wrapped his hand around it and started to pull on it slowly, gradually increasing the pace he was doing it which made Duncan's body betray him yet again while he attempted to thrust into Mal's hand to get a bit more friction.
"Does my Sweetie like that?" Mal laughed as he watched Duncan try to get a little more from this.
"Yes, Mal." Duncan admitted with a moan as he gave in to his body betraying him.
"Would you like me to do something else to you, Sweetie?" Mal asked Duncan.
"If I'm going to do that, you're going to need to do something for me." Mal told Duncan with that stupid fucking grin and then spread his legs and gestured to his own crotch. "I played nice with you, time to show me you're a good Husband and play nice with me."
"You only did foreplay..." Duncan whined with an added groan but unzipped Mal's pants.
"I'll talk you through it, Sweetie." Mal assured him and Duncan nodded. "That way you know the best ways to please me."
Once unzipped Duncan could see Mal's dick but it looked blurry and Duncan was getting a headache. He looked up at Mal and his face looked blurry too.
"Okay, now what?" Duncan asked and focused on Mal's member, it felt hard but it was getting too blurry to see.
"Duncan, I need to ask you a serious question." Mal told him.
"What?" Duncan asked him, he was curious as to what Mal wanted to know. Was Mal going to let him leave?
"Duncan, did you drug me?" Mal asked him. "I have a really bad headache. I feel kinda hungover."
"You already don't trust your Husband?" Duncan looked up at Mal's blurry face. "You saw me open the yogurt, how would I have the time to drug it?"
"Okay, but where are we?" Mal asked Duncan.
"I don't know the address, Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"How are you even doing this when you don't know the damn address?" Mal asked him. "Did you just cum in your pants?"
"No." Duncan lied. "If I did, I'd tell you like you always make me."
"I'm pretty sure you did..." Mal chuckled at Duncan. "Why would I tell you when to cum in your pants?"
"This isn't what happened, Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes. "I remember it differently."
"I'm not your Husband and I never will be." Mal told him. "That's just a fact, no matter what you remember in your twisted mind."
"Mal, I don't know what you want from me but if don't want me to suck, that's fine with me." Duncan rolled his eyes at Mal.
"Duncan, roll the window down." Mal told him.
"Huh?" Duncan looked up at Mal's blurry face.
"I said, roll the window down." Mal repeated. "Don't lie to me about you doing that in your pants!"
"It won't happen again, Mal." Duncan apologized. "I guess I did, I'll tell you next time so you can watch."
"That's disgusting." Mal told Duncan. "I don't want to see you do that."
"So, it's okay when you do it to me?" Duncan asked Mal, he was pissed that Mal would say that to him. "Yet when I do it because of you then you have a problem with that, Mal?"
"I'm Mike, not Mal."
"Duncan, I need to ask you a serious question." Mike told him.
"What?" Duncan asked him.
"Duncan, did you drug me?" Mike asked him. "I have a really bad headache. I feel kinda hungover."
"You already don't trust your Husband?" Duncan looked out the drivers mirror, blanking out. "You saw me open the yogurt, how would I have the time to drug it?"
"Okay, but where are we?" Mike asked Duncan.
"I don't know the address, Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes.
"How are you even doing this when you don't know the damn address?" Mike asked him as he heard Duncan let out a satisfied grunt. "Did you just cum in your pants?"
'Did he seriously just do that while he's driving us to who knows where?' Mike thought to himself and then the smell started to hit the car.
"No." Duncan lied. "If I did, I'd tell you like you always make me."
"I'm pretty sure you did..." Mike awkwardly laughed at Duncan. "Why would I tell you when to cum in your pants?"
"This isn't what happened, Mal." Duncan rolled his eyes. "I remember it differently."
"I'm not your Husband and I never will be." Mike told him. "That's just a fact, no matter what you remember in your twisted mind."
"Mal, I don't know what you want from me but if don't want me to suck, that's fine with me." Duncan rolled his eyes at Mal.
"Duncan, roll the window down." Mike told him.
"Huh?" Duncan looked up at Mal's blurry face.
"I said, roll the window down." Mike repeated. "Don't lie to me about you doing that in your pants!"
"It won't happen again, Mal." Duncan apologized. "I guess I did, I'll tell you next time so you can watch."
"That's disgusting." Mike told Duncan. "I don't want to see you do that."
"So, it's okay when you do it to me?" Duncan asked Mal, he was pissed that Mike would say that to him. "Yet when I do it because of you then you have a problem with that, Mal?"
"I'm Mike, not Mal." Mike reminded him. "I need to lay down, Duncan."
Duncan had a pounding headache when he realized he was still driving Courtney's car. Mike had ruined his thoughts of one of his first days with Mal. It felt so real, those memories he wanted to forget were now the ones that he would cherish if Mike didn't ruin them all by talking. Mike was right about the memories though, they did make him cum in his pants.
"Tell me your proud of me." Duncan instructed Mike as he cracked the windows down a bit for him.
"Why?" Mike asked him from the backseat just happy to get some air that didn't smell bad.
"I had a happy accident in my pants." Duncan told Mike like some happy child seeking approval from a parent.
"Yeah, I know." Mike groaned. "I can smell it."
"This is the part where you tell me your proud of me, Mal." Duncan reminded Mike.
"You mean Mike?" Mike asked Duncan. "No, I've never been less proud of someone in my life."
"Well I'm proud of you, Mike." Duncan informed him. "You've been quiet for most of this journey."
"That's mainly because, Oh I don't know...you drugged me even though you denied it?"
"Oh yeah, I did that." Duncan shrugged and lit up a cigarette.
"I asked you before and you denied it and then you did things in your pants that I don't even want to know about!" Mike yelled at him.
"Yeah, I have no clue how we survived that." Duncan glared at Mike from his rear view mirror. "Sorry about that, Darling."
"No you're not!" Mike yelled at Duncan. "I don't think you are!"
"See? You do know me extremely well." Duncan lightly laughed. "I'm not sorry about having you on this trip with me and if you were Mal, I'd be a tad bit more sorry about the fact that I jizzed inside my pants."
"I want you to pull over and let me get the hell out of this car!" Mike yelled.
"Okay." Duncan agreed with a shrug. "I promise I'll let you out in the next 10 minutes."
"Why the wait? Why can't you let me out right now?" Mike asked and pulled on the car door to find it wouldn't open.
"I turned the child locks on." Duncan smirked. "You're not getting out until I get out, Mike. Just chill out, we'll be home in 10 minutes."
'Home.' Mike groaned and thought to himself as he realized he had no clue where Duncan was taking him, what was expected of him and the most terrifying was the fact that it would be the first time he was truly alone with Duncan.
Zoey made it to the police station and Courtney slowly walked behind as they went inside. Zoey went in the building knowing her boss as well as her co-workers and the people she worked with were all going to give her hell for this.
'Duncan, time's up and I have no choice but to make this report.' Courtney sighed as she stepped inside the building. 'I hope you and Mike...maybe Mal...do whatever you need to do and get the fuck out of here. I'm putting this all on the line for you and your fake marriage.'
"Hi, I'm Zoey Lands-" Zoey went to say when the police officer at the front desk stopped her.
"Zoey, from Total Drama." The officer spoke. "We're familiar with you and Miss. Blakeslee. She handled numerous cases including the one that got a hitman and his lover set free."
"Mike's not a monster." Zoey glared at the cop. "It's his 'lover' we're here about and I say lover as sarcastically as I possibly can. Duncan threatened us and took off with Mike and I'd like to do something about this."
"You lawyered up?" The man looked at Courtney.
"No, she's here to file a report as she is a victim in all of this!" Zoey insisted to the cop who once again looked at Courtney.
"Well, I wouldn't say victim..." Courtney awkwardly laughed at the cop's question and Zoey glared at her. "He borrowed my car...I'm sure he'll return it...I mean, I'd like to file a report just in case when he does, it's damaged?"
"Courtney!" Zoey yelled. "He demanded the keys and then dragged Mike off! YOU. WERE. THERE!"
"Since he just had court yesterday you'd need to take it up with the officer assigned to his case." The cop told Courtney and Zoey.
"I was afraid you were going to say that." Courtney rolled her eyes.
"He'll then write the report and ask you what exactly happened." The officer reminded Courtney.
"I was also afraid you were going to say that." Courtney groaned.
"He's in his office." The cop again told Courtney and pressed a button to buzz her in.
"I was hoping you wouldn't say that." Courtney glared at the cop.
"Take these two visitors badges, make a left down the hall and it'll be the 5th door on your right." The cop smirked at Courtney. "I'm sure officer Meekins will be thrilled to see you."
"I hate Russel Meekins!" Courtney yelled at him as she snatched the badges, signed in and walked down the hall with Zoey. She was going to dread talking to this asshole.
Mike watched as Duncan drove down a long dirt road as he seemed unsure of where he was taking him. When they got in the driveway of the place, Mike was not impressed the outside looked like it was falling apart. Duncan fumbled around the seats until he found a piece of paper.
"Stay here." Duncan instructed Mike as he slammed the driver's door shut as Mike watched him from the car fumble with the door.
'I hope he got the wrong place...' Mike thought to himself and smirked. 'With any luck, they'll call the cops on him and I can get help.'
Mike's thoughts of happiness turned to discouragement when Duncan managed to get the door open and then happily went to the trunk and took out a small suitcase and returned to the house with it. Finally Duncan came out to the car and opened the back door.
"Someone help me!" Mike yelled as loud as he could. "Anyone! If you can hear me, call the damn cops! He kidna-"
"Enough." Duncan wrapped his arms around Mike in a bear hug and forced him to walk in the house. Once inside Duncan lightly pushed Mike away from him and slammed the door shut and started to play around with the locks.
"One..." Mike muttered as he heard it lock.
"Two..." Mike muttered again as another was clicked into place.
"Thr-" Mike said and that's when Duncan turned to face him.
"There's six." Duncan told him. "Trust me, I'm counting too so you don't try to take off."
"Duncan, I really just want to go ho-" Mike went to say as Duncan used two keys to lock the last locks.
"You're home now." Duncan corrected him. "Mentally you may not be but physically, you're here with your Husband and we're not going to be apart again. I need you and soon you'll need me to provide for you."
"Don't you wonder why there is a house you were sent to that has six locks?" Mike asked Duncan and for once he seemed to already know that answer and that scared Mike.
"I don't need to wonder." Duncan told him. "I sit pretty and clean and he goes to work. The locks while being used on you right now are to keep me from getting ideas to leave. He's never sure if I'm going to, it's what he worries about the most."
"I still don't understand why you're fighting for this when he's gone." Mike admitted.
"You don't need to understand." Duncan informed Mike. "You just need to play the part. I'm going to change clothes and start on dinner that you'll be eating."
"I'm really not hungry." Mike told Duncan and sat on the couch. "If you're hungry then you can eat."
"Tonight's schedule will be easy since you're new to this." Duncan ignored Mike's comment. "We're going to eat, I'm going to do the dishes and watch some TV and then I'm going to blow you and then I'm going to let you take me for a ride. After that, you'll put me to bed and I'll be waking you up at 5am."
Courtney was in the office with Zoey and Russel had the smuggest grin Courtney had ever seen from him and she didn't appreciate the personal questions, they were getting too personal.
"Zoey, I know you're fed up with all of this but could I have a minute alone with Officer Meekins?" Courtney asked her.
"I'd like to be present." Zoey tapped her foot from her seat. "Just to make sure he's taking this seriously and an actual report will be filed."
"Rest assured I'll find the hitman again." Russel laughed. "Him and his feisty little Jason."
"His name is Duncan." Courtney rolled her eyes. "Don't you think you're in a bit too deep to be working any case involving him?"
"I've watched enough Total Drama to know that if you're saying that I should be on anything involving Duncan then you shouldn't be either." Russel told her. "You can have your precious Duncan, I want the hitman."
"You're not going to hurt Mike, right?" Zoey asked. "He's Mike now, not Mal."
"I don't agree with or like the Judges ruling of this." Russel told Zoey. "Now, if you'll excuse me I'd like to speak to Courtney alone."
Zoey groaned but agreed when Russel handed her the paperwork to confirm he filled one out for a stolen car and a missing persons report for Mike. Once Zoey left the room, Russel leaned his head back and laughed.
"Duncan is so pathetic..." Russel laughed. "If I went and hit on him right now, he's so pathetic that he'd just want to cuddle up with me and wouldn't even care that I want to arrest his killer man."
"Why are you so interested in Mal?" Courtney rolled her eyes when she asked him. "Duncan is not pathetic."
"I'll tell you why I'm interested in Mal if you tell me why it took you this long to get the police involved with Duncan stealing your car." Russel offered. "Admit it, you wanted to give him a fair chance at getting away."
"He's not the same, he's taken control it seems." Courtney lied. "I think he would have taken my keys no matter what."
"I'm willing to wager my whole damn salary that you didn't fight him on it!" Russel snapped at Courtney. "You wanted him to get what he wanted and he wanted that maniac and a way to get him out of there and you provided it."
"I did not!" Courtney yelled at Russel. "I..Urg...I shouldn't have to explain this!"
"Looks like I'll be out of office for awhile." Russel smirked. "I'm going to find them and get a whole new trial on them when I do."
"Fine." Courtney groaned in defeat. "You...better not harm Du-my car when you find them."
Back at the 'new house' Duncan took a quick shower and made dinner. He told Mike he'd be right back and that he needed to pee...more like he 'asked Mal for permission' and Mike gave it to him just to have a minute alone.
Mike also would never admit it but Mal knew how to make a nice house! He purposely made it look like a dump on the outside, however on the inside It was all wooden floors, well furnished and Izzy must have called someone because a freshly stocked kitchen awaited them when they arrived.
'I guess he really had to go if he left me with half a plate of food...' Mike thought to himself but was relieved that Duncan was taking a piss break so that meant a break from Duncan force feeding him ravioli that he made. Mike got up and quickly mashed it up in the sink and ran some water down the drain so Duncan wouldn't see he didn't eat it before he quickly sat back down in his chair.
"Was that good, Darling?" Duncan asked the moment he walked down the stairs and saw the plate was empty and was grinning ear to ear.
"Uh, yeah." Mike lied and smiled back. "Things were really good. Thank you, Duncan."
"I'm glad you're settling into this." Duncan told Mike as he picked up the dish and took it over to the sink with a light laugh. "Maybe tomorrow I can do your hair for you? I bet you'd like that, Mal."
"I'm Mike and I happen to like my hair just the way it is." Mike told Duncan, slightly defensive of this comment.
"Ew." Duncan gave Mike a snorted laugh and ruffled his hair. "It's messy and it sticks up. That's going to need to be fixed. It's a good thing for you that I cut your mop before."
"I don't want you to mess with my hai-" Mike went to protest but Duncan seemed to be caught up in his own little world.
"You're about due for a cut." Duncan insisted. "I'm so glad you allowed me sharp objects, Mal. I'm sorry for all the times you had to take them away from me when I was naug-"
"Duncan!" Mike slapped his hand away from his head as he remembered the things Duncan requested from him earlier. "It's bed time! Right now, no arguments...just go now!"
'Does he just go?' Mike thought to himself. 'This must be what Mal used to do to him when he was done with his shit for the day? Probably like a time-out...'
"Okay, Darling." Duncan agreed after looking at Mike for a couple of seconds and Mike before deciding this was the action. "It's been a long day for me and you too. We can go to bed a little early tonight and tire ourselves out."
"No, I'm staying here." Mike insisted. "You're going to bed."
"You always put me to bed." Duncan shrugged and placed his hands on Mike's shoulders. "You have to help me get to sleep."
"What does Mal do?" Mike laughed as Duncan got him out of the chair and started to lead him up the stairs. "Run you a hot bath and then read you a bedtime story?"
"No, he usually fucks me." Duncan told Mike as they made it to the top of the stairs and Duncan's words to him made him wish he never told Duncan to go to bed.
There we have it and after this chapter we're taking it to an M because I'm pretty sure you know where this is going. Will Mike ever adjust to this life? Is Mal going to return? How about Russel searching for Mal/Mike and will Courtney have her job by the time this is over?