Summary: Basically porn with barely strung together linking threads. Forget plot. Heavily insestuous and twisted.
Authors Note: I was word vomiting nonsense and there were too many ideas. Could I have done seperate stories? Yeah. Did I? No.
Please just read the tags before reading. I'd hate to trigger anyone. Also, I wrote this on my phone and apparently the spellcheck is nonsense leves of bad so, if there are any errors... woops
Tags: Dexter Morgan/Jeremy Downs; Dexter Morgan/Harrison; incest; underage; dub-con because even a demanding teenager is too young to actually consent; going along with it isn't an excuse; seriously messed up fantasy; blood kink; abandonment issues; possessive behaviour (on Harrison's part); it was all a dream let down, constantly shifting narrative voice; Harrison is one depraved little shit; Dexter is bad at social cues but still has some lines he won't cross.
Chapter 1: Requests
Harrison's lips lingered on his and Dexter is pretty sure this isn't normal. A normal son wouldn't have watched his dad kill and cut up a body, let alone do all that and then dreamily walk up to him and kiss him like he had hung the stars in the sky. A normal son would have run screaming, but he is Dexter's, and Dexter has never been normal. A normal dad wouldn't stand still and let it happen. Wouldn't be so calm as to let his son's hands settle over his blood soaked hips to pull them closer. He'd have to get Harrison new clothes, now that he'd got these all bloody. The kid pressed against him tightly and there was no mistaking the tent in his pants. Dexter kept his hands away and would use the excause of them being bloody if Harrison asked why he wouldn't hold him back. Strange thing though, Harrison didn't seem to mind. He kissed his dad harder and rolled their hips together. His head tilted back in a gasp when Dexter's hips jolted forward in return. No helping that biological reaction, even if it was his son.
"Fuck me." The boy breathed. He wanted it on on Dexter's kill table and he was about to cream his jeans, just from the visual in his head alone.
Dexter was confused "What?"
"Please, dad." Harrison panted, sliding his hands around his father's waist to unstring the neat little bow of the plastic apron "I need this... you said 'whatever I needed', you'd do it."
"Harrison, I don't think this is a good ide-" He was cut off by the boy's lips again. More desperate than before and determined to get his way. He was like Rita that way. Dexter missed her, even after all these years.
They seperated only when Harrison pulled the apron string over Dexter's head. He looked worried "Look, I know I had to do things to survive after mom..." Dexter knew he meant Hannah "but I swear I'm clean."
"That's not what I'm concerned about." The older man murmured softly, reassuringly and settled his own hands around his son "This..." he murmured as gently as he was able, leaning their foreheads together "isn't normal."
"Neither is being a serial killer." Harrison countered, tilting his head to peck his father's lips again, simply because he wanted to "But this feels good." He kissed him again and Dexter wondered if it was his imagination, that his son did it just like the only woman he had loved, besides his sister of course "You feel so real right now." Harrison breathed "So close..."
"The last time a boy asked me, it didn't end well." Dexter murmured like a secret, even as he knew there would be no more secrets between them if Harrison ever asked.
And he did.
"You've done this before?" He asked shakily, blind rage and jealousy flaring up instantly, brightly, murderously behind his eyes and the desire to kill in the way his fingers turned to claws on Dexter's sides made the man chuckle.
He nodded "A long time ago, someone I didn't kill found me. He was... empty... like me."
"You're not empty." Harrison shook his head determindly, sliding his hands under Dexter's shirt and up to settle over his heart "You love me. I know you do."
"I do." Dexter confrimed "Its a new feeling, for me."
"Not so new." Harrison insisted "Mom used to tell me how you would look at me. She said it was the only time there was more inside your eyes, unless you were with Aunt Deb."
"She shouldn't have told you." Dexter sighed, rubbing small circles onto Harrison's back "The way I feel about you." He deliberately left out his beloved sister "It's twisted." He hadn't told Hanna about Brian "Caring about my family, you included, is one of the few emotions I don't need to pretend."
"So? Why won't you-"
"That makes it so much more intense. So much more dangerous than it should be." Dexter interrupted.
"Not normal?" Harrison asked, that devilish smirk on his lips that could have only come from his father.
Dexter chuckled and nodded. No wonder Dokes had become obsessed with him, that smirk was intriguing, like the kid knew some dark little secret worth giving him whatever he wanted to get him to spill it "Definitely not normal, and not going to happen."
Harrison pouted angrily, and defiantly pressed closer to the man refusing him his own darkness "Tell me about him." He murmured, trailing his fingers over Dexter's chest idly. He watched the material form and shift over his hand as it moved, like some creature crawling under alien skin "I want to know why he got you and I didn't."
"Harrison, you weren't even conceived yet." Dexter sighed, only for the boy to press against him tightly, determination set into his features.
"I don't care." He hissed, free hand dipping under the waist of his dad's pants, just barely to keep him from backing away "I want to know what he did to get you inside of him."
Dexter, for a moment, lloked as though he might refuse, but eventually shrugged. He slowly leaned back against the table, and Harrison went with him. Leaning more heavily on him and squirming to forcefully make a space for himself between his father's legs. Dexter tugged the boy's fingers from his waistband and hooked his ankles around the back of his son's heels so he wouldn't slip on the bloody floor. The kid defiantly pushed both hands back under his father's shirt and Dexter sighed "Fine."