Street Life

by Vgwd

Summary:

Debra doesn't know that Dexter is dangerous.

Chapter 1

On paper it was a good idea. What could possibly go wrong? Deb would fit in better undercover and Dexter gets to be the good guy who solved her problem. So she'd owe him a favour. It was a simple win win.

The problem with putting female cops in undercover as sex workers is that they always stick out. Either because of the clothes they wear. Or because they don't have a pimp or because they can never actually go anywhere with a client. The hookers who never actually seem to make any money stick out like a sore thumb and always get found out. Deb has lasted longer than most of the undercover cops because she chose her own clothes. She didn't go for the stuff her boss picked out. A leather skirt and fishnets is too obvious. She chose short shorts, a wifebeater vest and ratty tennis shoes. That combined with her love of swearing and her complete lack of propriety means that she fits in better with the girls on the street corners than she does with other cops. But it's not enough. It'll start being obvious that she's not actually picking up Johns soon and then she'll have wasted her time. And she'll be back on the beat instead of working her way to homicide.

She's had the idea for a while. To let her get picked up by other undercover cops. It's obvious really. It preserves her cover with the girls which will make them trust her and it gives her a break every so often. The problem is no one will actually go for it. She can't get anyone to see that it's a good idea and that means she's definitely headed back to traffic stops and noise violations.

Dexter agrees with her. It is a good way to prove herself to the women she's trying to help. Regular breaks means she less at risk from predators. So he offers to be the john. Or her pimp. Whichever will help her the most. That's not the only reason he offers but it's the one he gives her.
"No one will believe you're a pimp Dexter. " She tells him.
"But I look the type to pick up prostitutes?"
Deb shrugs. "It doesn't matter. They won't go for it."
She means her captain. Who's old fashioned and by the book. "So don't tell him. " Dexter is perched at his desk. "Look. The aim is for the women to trust you right? So all they have to do is see you get picked up and then dropped off later. I can do that for you. And because I'm a lab geek, they won't have seen me so I can't be recognised."
"So we just go get coffee for half an hour?"
"No. We go to a motel. One that they use. Check in for an hour. You get seen at the motel with a guy. Which corroborates you getting in a car with a client." Dexter is excellent at alibis.
She is considering it.
'And if your boss asks, you can say we had a family emergency that's why I turned up."
Deb hugs him "Dexter. You're a genius. When can we do it?"

 

Dexter did not think this through. It has seemed like a good idea when he came up with it. And he'd ignored the little voice in his head that's his own real voice and suggested all the things he could do with Deb in a seedy motel for an hour. He tries to ignore that voice. Replaces it with a pretend Dexter voice that helps hom fit in. He's been listening to both voices since Deb turned fifteen and he started taking an interest in his little sister. The real voice likes to point out obvious things about Deb like how good her legs look in shorts. How pretty she is and how much she trusts him. How she has bad taste in men because no one has shown her what to look for. The voice also likes to speculate how tight she is. How receptive she'd be if Dexter were to touch her in ways that a brother shouldn't. What noises she'd make. What she'd taste like. He shuts the voice up by focusing on his favourite passtime instead.

Dexter has borrowed a car from the impound lot. A scruffy beat up thing that Deb doesn't recognise. Then she sees him, and he beckons her over. In another life, Dexter could be doing this for real. Not just pretend. Deb leans into the window, and he can see the top of her breasts, and Dexter can't stop looking. He can feel his real self take the lead. The voice that tells himself how to act like a normal person has gone quiet. His real one, the unhelpful one that tells him, albeit euphemistically, that he wants to fuck his sister is very much taking over. And Dexter is not inclined to stop it.

 

They pretend to haggle. After a few minutes she gets into the car and he hands her some notes just as they'd arranged. It all has to look plausible otherwise it won't work.
Deb gives him instructions to the motel she's chosen. It's a few blocks away and is used almost exclusively as a brothel. They'll definitely be seen by someone going in or coming out. It is an awful hotel. It looks dirty and is the accommodation version of a used needle. He's pretty sure he's going to need a tetanus jab after this.

Once they're in the room, Deb turns the air con on full blast and putzes around trying to cool off. Dexter positions himself against the sideboard where the tv is. Directly in front of the window so he - they - can be seen. He watches her stand under the air-conditioning unit letting it blast over her. Her skin goosepimples and underneath her tshirt he can see her nipples harden. He's been half hard since she got in the car and he's getting more turned on by the second. He also needs to move this along because the room is only booked for an hour and he does want to help Deb convince her new friends that she's on the up and up. So he takes his shirt off and tosses it aside.
"What are you doing?" Deb is looking for the tv remote. He nods at the window and the shadows of people outside.
"Oh smart."
"Come here."
Thank God she's so trusting. Anyone who had actually been working the streets for any amount of time would sense that he's a predator. Dexter has never tried to pick up a sex worker but he has been in a strip club for Masukas birthday and the women there kept their distance. Even though they were paid to get close.

As soon as Deb is within reach he grabs her and pulls her into view of the window. She's off balance and uses his chest to steady herself. And because he's her brother she doesn't think anything of it and actually says "ooh working out? Lame". When she tries to move away he doesnt let her. He has one hand at her waist and the other holds her by the throat. Inexplicably she still isn't scared of him. A little confused maybe but it's never occurred to her that he could hurt her. If Dexter could feel anything he might be saddened by her dangerous naivety. Instead he's just horny.

Dexter kisses her. That's when he feels her mood change. She doesn't kiss him back which doesn't bother him to be honest. She doesn't have to be into this for him to enjoy it. His victims don't enjoy being on his table and that's his favourite passtime. She doesn't struggle at first, she's caught in his headlights so he deepens the kiss and pulls her tightly against him. He deliberately presses her body against his erection which prompts her to push him away with a "What the fuck?"
Dexter stands up, tugs her against him again and kisses her. This time he twists her arms behind her back and holds them there. So she can't fight him without hurting herself. She turns her face away to say "Dexter. Stop it. It's not funny."
He twists one hand in her hair and makes her look at him. That's when he sees her fear rise. She glances at the window and the locked door. His dick twitches in anticipation. This is the sort of motel where people get murdered and no one hears a thing. He sees the realisation on her face and he kisses her again.

Dexter walks her backwards and drops her on the bed. She instinctively reaches for her purse with her back up weapon but he gets there first and sweeps it away from her.
"Dex. This isn't funny."
He drops himself on the bed, between her legs and he opens her thighs wider to accommodate him. He's not even listening to her whining " what the fuck. Fuck off. Dexter. Stop." Its just white noise. She struggles when he pulls her tshirt off but he's stronger than her and isn't confused or scared. His mind is completely clear. She fights him even more when he moves her around to pull her shorts and underwear down. Her clothes end up tossed over his shoulder somewhere. Dexter holds her down with one hand while her gets his own clothes off and she takes advantage of his distraction and almost makes it to the phone. When he yanks the cord out she stops moving. She's avoided looking at him. But hes looming over her, naked and he's strong from hitting the gym and from shifting dead bodies around. She's decidedly not looking at his erection which is pointless because she can't get away from him. This is happening and she is painfully aware of that now. She looks at the door again and he grabs her chin and makes her face him. Gentle nerdy Dexter Morgan has gone now. And he needs her to see him for what he is.

He knows she hates to beg, always has since they were kids so when she has to say "Dex. Please" he shushes her and kisses her as tenderly as he can manage. He presses her back onto the bed and holds her wrists in place. She'll break them if she struggles too much. He puts a little more pressure on to warn her. He doesn't want to add an ER visit to his day.

She's still whining and struggling so he drops a kiss on her forehead and fucks into her. She gasps and cries out as if she cant believe what he's doing to her. He keeps going. He can feel sweat on his skin and his muscles are tight from trying to hold back.
"Please. You're hurting me" she's still whimpering and complaining as if that isn't the point. As if he's doing it by accident. Dexter wants to hurt her. Wants to be so deep in her she can feel it in her bones. Wants to be able to let go completely and leave his sister in a fucked out puddle of his come and her shame. So he doesn't listen to anything except his own thoughts which drive him into her and drag him out. He runs his mouth across her skin, her throat, her breasts biting down when he finds a spot that needs a bruise. He thinks she's crying but she's also not moving too much.

He thinks she's got on board with this which disappoints him a little until he changes the angle and she cries out again because he's hit the wrong spot too hard. He does it again. And again. This is what she wanted. To be able to prove to the streetwalkers that she's one of them. And nothing makes you fit in with damaged and desperate women than being roughly fucked for money in a nasty motel. Extra points if the man fucking you is your own brother. She's got her eyes closed so her grabs her throat and squeezes until she opens them and he watches her as he fucks her. He sees his lovely trusting sweet Deb disappear in front of him as he keeps pounding into her, making it hurt with every movement. He sees the scales fall from her eyes and she finally sees him. The real him.
The devastation in her face is a relief for him. She knows him now. He has one person he doesn't have to pretend for. Dexter pauses as he pushes in as deep as he can get. He lets go of her and braces his weight on his elbows, resting above her to catch his breath. He's startled when she tentatively touches his biceps with her fingertips. As if she's not sure she's allowed to. It's his turn to be frozen. Waiting. He exhales when she settles her hands on his arms. She's shaking. Afraid of him and of herself he thinks.

Dexter starts moving again. Slower this time. Smoother. When he looks down he can see blood which both stimulates and settles him. Deb shifts her hips minutely, to let him in a bit easier. He's getting close now. And hes shaking with the effort. He can't quite get there until he feels the lightest touch on his face. It's the softness in her tearful eyes that pushes him over the edge and he comes inside her with a shout and a final deep, hard pulse. He lies back in the sweaty sheets and reaches for Deb's hand. She seems shell-shocked next to him. Searching for something to say, He turns to face her. Deb is staring at the ceiling. He strokes her face and she flinches so he stands up and gets dressed. He hands her clothes to her. The hour's almost up. She gets dressed slowly, moving as if her muscles hurt. She lets him steer her out of the room and into the car. They drive in silence and he drops her back on her corner. A flurry of working girls see her get out looking defeated and they swarm over her. He watches them from the car as they fuss over her bruises and they all glare at him when they see the bite he put on her thigh. When he's sure they'll look after her he drives away. She kept the money he gave her. Best fifty dollars he's spent.

Chapter 2

Deb has fucked up. She didn't know that she'd fucked up until the got into the motel room but she should have worked it out. There's always been something odd about Dexter. At school he was mostly invisible but prone to bouts of weird intensity. Usually related to something Deb was or wasn't doing. Then he dropped out of med school for no real reason and became a lab geek. And she had thought her brother was mostly harmless but recently shes noticed a change. Sometimes when she looks at him, its not Dexter looking back at her. Not the Dexter she knows, anyway. But something else. Something cold and calculating. Not quite human. And then a switch flips and he's normal again. Deb knows now that normal Dexter is an act. A convincing one. But still an act. She understands now that her brother is a very dangerous man.

It was her idea. Kind of. She needs to prove herself to the women she's trying to protect. She needs them to trust her and increasingly it seems like the only way she can do that might be to actually get picked up by a pervert kerb crawler and sell herself. Her cover is dangerously close to being blown when Dexter offers to do it. His first suggestion was he pose as her pimp but Deb couldn't imagine her sweet nerdy brother would pass as a violent predator. She's never been more wrong in her life. Instead he turns up on her corner in a borrowed car looking like every normal guy in the world. Albeit slightly shifty. But that worked. He's supposed to be buying sex. She gets in the car and he gives her fifty dollars in tens.
"Is that all? Cheapskate" she teases him as he pulls out into traffic
"Its all i had."
She directs him to the sleazy notell motel that the girls use. The motel was his idea. Deb would have been happy to sit in McDonald's for an hour but Dexter was right, as always. Being seen there will be more convincing and at least there'll be a tv and aircon.

The room is worse than she thought. The aircon and fan are sluggish and she doesn't want to think about how dirty the mattress is. She pads around the room looking in drawers trying to find the tv remote and he's just leaning against the cabinet, looking out of the window. The motel is on a street with a surprising amount of foot traffic which bodes well for someone seeing her there. She's not paying attentionwhen he takes his shirt off and throws it to one side. He nods at the window and she realises he's making it evn more convincing. When he calls her over she goes because why wouldn't she? He's her brother. And yeah it's weird that he's topless but this whole thing is a bit weird but he's helping her the best way he can. And she's always been able to trust him so she goes over and doesn't interrogate why she's giving herself reasons to move closer to him.

He pulls her sharply by her waist so that she can also be seen through the window and she's taken by surprised and off balance so she steadies herself on the nearest solid object which is Dexter himself. And he is solid. Too solid for the small amount of time he's at the gym. Deb is starting to feel uncomfortable. There's something off about the way he's looking at her. The tight one armed grip he has on her waist. The way his eyes are cold and empty. Like maybe he's not all there. He brings his free hand up to her throat and she doesn't like it. She wants to tell him to stop this game but she can't get the words out because she's not entirely sure what's happening and she doesn't want to accuse him when he's just trying to help her.

Deb can convince herself that her brother is fine. He's okay. Just a little weird and then he kisses her and everything changes. She's so shocked that she just stands there like a doll. He has himself wrapped around her and he keeps kissing her, licking her lips and pushing his tongue into her mouth and she's trying to work out how this is going to help her prove herself to the hookers when he pulls her against him. He grabs her sharply and she's pressed against him and that is his cock. His completely erect penis is pressing against her stomach. Deb can't process what is happening. Not even if she tries to scientifically, logically think about it. She has klaxons in her head screaming 'that's your brother's dick. Your brother's dick is touching you.' And he's still kissing her. He has his hands under her shirt now and like everything else about him his hands are big. She can feel how big his cock is because he's rubbing it against her and that finally kicks her brain into gear.
"What the fuck" Deb tries to push him away but he's fucking solid and then he's standing up and pulling her even closer and he's still kissing her. Deb's instincts are trying to kick in and so he twists her arms behind her back and that hurts her so she stops squirming and turns her head to get his tongue out if her mouth.

She wants to give him an out so they can go back to being normal and never think about this again.
"This isn't funny. Stop it."
It hurts when he tangles his fingers in her hair and forces her to look at him. That's when Deb realises she has fucked up royally. Because Dexter is not there anymore. It's his face and his body but her brother is gone. There's nothing human in his eyes now. Just a ravening darkness that makes Deb very, very afraid. She can't help but look for an escape route and she swears he gets harder when he tightens his grip on her. The door and window are locked but if she can get to her gun she might be able to deescalate this.

He's already kissing her and walking her back towards the bed. She dropped her bag on the bed so she might be able to use this and then he drops her on the bed with a bounce and follows her down, shoving her legs apart. She almost grabs her purse but he gets there first and she doesnt know where it ends up she just knows it's out of reach. Deb can't help the whine in her voice when she tries to reach him. She keeps talking. Asking him to stop. Telling him to fuck off. He's not even listening to her. He's just pulling her top off and she tries to fight it but he's so fucking strong and panic is making her frantic when he hooks long fingers into her shorts and pulls them down with her underwear and chucks it in the corner. She's struggling but he's strong enough that he can hold her down with one hand and how did she never notice that before. He's taking his pants off when she makes a lunges for the phone. Either to call for help or to hit him with but he just yanks the cable out and she's still trapped and now he has a cord he can do god knows what with. Deb freezes and tries not to notice that he's naked. Somehow he seems larger with no clothes on. And his prick is fucking huge and it is not going to fit inside her. It just isn't. She glances at the door to check it hasn't magically unlocked. It hasn't and he grabs her face so she has to look at him. He seems completely blank. Her brother has gone somewhere and she has no idea if he can come back from this. She doubts she ever will.

"Dexter. Please" she's begging him now. "We can just forget about -" he shushes her and kisses her with a softness she didn't think he'd be capable of. It almost hurts that he's being gentle because then he pushes her and holds her down, squeezing her wrists so tightly that she'll break them if she struggles too much. She knows he's doing it deliberately. She's been on enough domestic violence calls to recognise the tactic. Make the victim complicit. Make them take the blame. Deb tries to buck him off and he gives her a peck on the forehead which is so chaste that is distracts her. And then he shoves his massive cock inside her and she feels her skin tear. He's already sweating and tense and she can't help whinging that he's hurting her but he doesnt stop. He just keeps on pounding into her even though she's nowhere near wet. Except for the blood she can feel. He's kissing and nipping wherever he can reach and the mix of tender and rough touches is sending confusing messages to her brain. When he bites down on her thigh she can't tell if she likes it or not. Her nerve endings are shattered by the overwhelming sensations of pain and terror.

Deb is frozen. She doesn't know what to do so she does nothing which seems to piss him off because he lifts her hips and fucks into harder and he manages to find a spot that hurts her inside as well as the bruises he's putting on her skin. He keeps hitting it and he's still kissing her and swallowing her cries like candy. She tries to turn her face away and scrunches her eyes shut but he won't even let her escape that way. He presses down on her throat until she gasps and looks at him. He's hyper focused on fucking her and he clearly wants her to see him do it.

Deb sees him now, sees what he really is and she is devastated by the knowledge. Dexter Morgan never really existed. Not as she knew him. Not the kind, funny, thoughtful man who always helped her and loved her and that she trusted. He's always been this creature. This monster of a man who can fuck his sister bloody without blinking. Who can lure her into condemning herself. For a moment he pauses. Catching his breath and Deb feels like she should do something but she doesn't know what. So she touches his arms. Gently. She's not sure she should. If that's allowed. If it will set him off or set her free. He just watches her intently as she shakily rests her hands on him.

When he starts moving again it's a little easier. Slower. Smoothed by her blood which she can see on his thighs and hers. Instinctively she repositions herself just a little and it doesnt hurt quite as much now. He has to come soon. He's like a fucking machine. And now he's trembling with the effort and Deb wipes the sweat from his face because it's dripping on her and it's one thing too many but it's also the only thing she can control.
Dexter comes inside her, pushing in hard and shouting and it's gross and sticky and she hates it. Her whole body is sore and her skin stings. When he rolls off her he grabs her hand like they're friends. She wants to shake him away from her but she doesn't dare. Her hair is sticking to her face and he startles her by brushing it away and then he looks pissed that she flinched. Even though he has just fucked her bloody she feels guilty that she upset him. He stands up to dress and she looks away because it's too much to bear. She takes her clothes from him without touching his hand and he retrieves her purse from under the bed. He's not even scared that she might shoot him. He just lets her dress herself and when she stands up her legs are shaking so he helps her to the car like it's not his come leaking into her panties. She can't speak on the short drive back to the block where she's been undercover. He leans over her to open then door for her and her muscles ache when she manages to get out.

The other women milling around see her and notice immediately that she is not OK. They surround her and bring her to a stoop to sit and they tut when she winces and they all glare at Dexter when they see the perfect bite mark he put on her thigh. Deb doesn't notice when he drives off but when she looks in her purse for a tissue to clean up with, she sees the money he gave her.
And then she cries.

Chapter 3

It's been a couple of weeks since the hotel and deb has been avoiding him. She's been taking extra shifts, doing the grunt work that keeps her away from his lab. Other people might not notice but she's certain her brother has. And by the look on his face when they're finally in a room together, he's pissed. So pissed that he immediately involves her boss who fancies dexter and lets him talk her into sending deb off for lunch with him. Deb is unimpressed but can't find a decent Enough excuse to avoid it which is how she ends up in Dexter's car, parked in the corner of a drive thru with her brother talking at her.

He's acting like he doesnt know what they did, what he did was wrong. Like he thinks they just had normal sex and now she's mad at him for some other reason. Like it's completely fine for brothers to do that to their sisters. Like she wanted him to do it. She didn't. She wanted to watch tv for an hour in a motel and then go back out and act like a hooker so her cover would hold up. She thought thats what he wanted too. She didnt think her gentle, awkward brother wanted anything from her other than normal siblings stuff. She never thought hed be capable of that.
She can't say the words. She can't articulate what he did to her. Even in her thoughts.

 

“What did I do Deb ?” he's getting closer to her. “Just say what I did. If you didn't want it. You should have told me.”
“I did tell you.” She's hissing the words. “I begged you.”
“You said Dexter please. Like you wanted more.”
“Do not twist this. You know i didn't -”
“Deb. You were armed. You're armed right now. You could have shot me. You wanted it as much as I did.” he sounds so reasonable. So calm. Like when he'd explain a complex math problem to her to help with her homework.
“That is not. That is not what happened. You took my gun off me.”
“You took my money.”
“What the fuck? What the fuck does that mean? That you can -” she still can't say it. She cant believe the audacity. But his voice is worming into her like his fingers. Maybe that does mean she wanted it. “Why didn't you report it? If it was rape?” Dexter can say it. “You had my come inside you. You had all the dna proof you needed and you could have told the cops?”
Deb knows why she didn't report him. She understands now why people don't report. The idea of having to tell someone, anyone, what he did is too much. Let alone telling the people they both work with. People who knew their father. And even if they do believe her, he's her brother. He's all she has. Deb doesn't know if she could bear to explode their lives like that. She loves him. And hates him. And he sounds so reasonable that maybe she did want it. And she just didn't know that she did. She can't think and she's too hot and he's too close when he speaks.
“You agreed to the plan. Deb. You took my money. If you thought I was forcing you, you could have told the cops. But you didn't. And don't the other women trust you now? Isn't that what you wanted?” Dexter is moving into her space, his voice low and persuasive. “I'm sorry I was rough. I couldn't help myself” he tucks her hair behind her ear with such gentleness that she feels dizzy. He kisses her throat when she doesn't move. “Now I know you don't like it, I wont be so rough next time.”
“Dex. I -”
“Shhh.” He tips her face to his and kisses her on the mouth. He's crowding her against the car door. Not giving her room to breathe let alone think.
“Its okay to want this. To want us.” He guides her hand to his cock which Is already hard and gets harder when he presses her hand against it.
“Dex. I dont - i don't think I'm ready for this.”
Dexter presses her hand firmly then releases her with a chaste kiss.
“Its ok. We can try later. At my place. We should get back to work anyway.” He smiles at her.
“I'm glad we worked this little misunderstanding out. Aren't you?”
Deb doesn't know what exactly has happened but it feels like she's done a deal with the devil. She nods anyway.

Chapter 4

Deb does not want to go into Dexter's flat. She didn't want to get into his car at lunchtime and she does not want to go into his home. His words “we can try again later” have been playing on a loop in her brain all afternoon and she doeant know what it means. Or rather she doesn't want to admit what it means. It means she's trapped. It means he's going to fuck her and she won't be able to say no. He'd been so reasonable in the car. So matter of fact. And it would have been fine, reassuring even if he hadn't been talking about her body. Which doesn't belong to her anymore. She gets it now. Why the women on street corners don't leave their pimps. It's because they can't. Because they are owned by someone else body and soul. It bothers her how quickly Dexter twisted things round to take ownership. She didn't even notice. And now she's parked in front of his apartment too scared to go in but way too scared to leave. Especially since she can see him on the balcony in front of his place, leaning and watching her. He's been there for six minutes. She knows because she's been counting. And if she keeps him waiting any longer she's afraid he'll come and get her. Which, she has a feeling, will be bad for her. So she gets out of her car and drags herself up to his place.

When she gets there he's not smiling but he does steer her inside as if she's never been there before. It's as pristine and neat as ever. Dexter is as meticulous as she is untidy. Usually she'd be checking out his stuff, moving it around like all annoying little sisters but tonight she just stands in the centre of the room. Waiting. And Dexter just gives her a beer. Like it's completely normal. And she sits down and drinks it. She's halfway through when she realises it was already open when he gave it to her. That he hasn't drunk his own and that she forgot the first rule of keeping herself safe. Never drink anything you didn't see opened in front of you. Fuck. He put something in the beer, she can tell by the expectant look on his face. Deb finishes the beer in two gulps.

Dexter takes the empty bottle from her and puts it in the trash and then he takes her into his bedroom. Deb's already feeling woozy so she sits, then lies on his bed. The room is spinning like she's two bottles of wine down. Closing her eyes makes it worse so she opens them again. Dexter is prowling around just out of view until he lifts her slightly and repositions her. “Lets just get you comfy” it all sounds so reasonable until she remembers he's her brother and she doesn't actually want to have sex with him. By that point he's got her hands above her head and is snapping her own handcuffs around her wrists. The noise brings her round a little but it's already too late. She's restrained. The most she can do is kick him but she's read ‘Gerald's Game’ and doesn't want to have to pull her own hand off to escape.

The room is dark and she can make him out standing over her, just watching. Even if she wasn't handcuffed to his bed it would be creepy. Now it's ominous as well. Dexter produces a knife from somewhere and carefully slices her tshirt open.
“whathfuck” she slurs. It's not her favourite but still. He cuts her bra as well which is more annoying because they are expensive. He pulls her pants and underwear off and kneels over her. He's still holding the knife. Deb sees the darkness in him rise and he hadn't drugged her she'd be fighting and panicking. Instead she just lies there.

He traces the flat edge of the blade across her skin. the metal is cool against her throat and he takes his time playing with her. When he gets to her thighs he pauses and she can tell he's Thinking something through. Weighing up his options. Deb tries to panic but she can't. He puts the knife aside and runs his fingers along the inside of her thighs, brushing her pussy. He's still fully dressed and since dexter never does anything that isn't deliberate she knows this is a kink of his.

Dexter sits back and opens his pants. She's been trying not to think of how big he is and how it hurt but she has to now. And it would bother her but she's kind of floaty and disconnected so she can't even feel afraid. Even though she should because that monstrosity does not fit easily inside her.

Dexter doesn't attempt to prepare her. He simply strokes a condom onto himself and pushes in. He doesn't even give her time to adjust. Just shoves in steadily in one long movement that pushes Deb up the bed and makes her grunt. It's not as scary this time. He's heavy on top of her and just as forceful but at least deb knows what is happening. She knew when she walked into his apartment. And if course he's drugged her. Not enough that she's completely out of but just enough that she's not really in it either. Deb lets her mind drift. She lets Dexter take what he wants from her body, lets him move her around to get the angle he wants. Lets his thrusts pull sounds from her that spur him on but that she doesnt recognise from herself. He puts her on her hands and knees and squeezes her throat to get her to tense up around him. He keeps fucking her hard and it hurts. Of Course it does. Her wrists are sore from pulling against the cuffs and she hurts inside from being fucked by a monster dick attached to a fucking stevedore. But at the moment she doesn't care.

Dexter finally comes and collapses on her, sweaty and sated. He uncuffs her and pulls her against him. Running his fingers over the welts on her wrists. Not out of concern because he's rough and clumsy. He wants to do more damage. But then he kisses her forehead and covers her with a sheet. He's still fully clothed which makes deb feel dirty somehow. After he's come down, he takes his shirt and pants off and gets back into bed with just his boxers on.
“That was better, right?” He sounds oddly concerned. Like he wants her to be on board with this. Deb doesn't answer, but doesn't object when he slides his arms around her. She's falling asleep when he says “i knew you'd like it if you just let yourself relax”.

Chapter 5

Theres something off about Dexter Morgan. Something that give Sergeant Doakes the creeps. The way he glides through the office. So affable. So butter wouldn't melt. Good old Dexter who brings donuts and will help anyone out. Who fits in so perfectly that he stands out. To Doakes at least.
And then there's the sister. A pretty, clever woman at the start of her career. She puts the work in. Especially recently. She's been taking all the hours she can and so she's barely been around. A few weeks ago the morgan siblings were thick as thieves and demonstrably liked each other. Debra was as loud and inappropriate as Dexter was moderate and painfully normal. She's quieter now. Skittish. Doakes has seen things no one ever should and he recognises trauma when he sees it. And he knows what caused it. He thinks he knows who.

Debra Morgan called out sick for two days, rare for her. She's turned up for work with a high fever before and had to be sent home in a cab. She always comes in. Except for this time. And when she did make it she was covered in bruises. Her story was she fell down the stairs but she lives in an apartment and stairs don't generally leave teeth marks. Doakes had watched her move about gingerly. Like everything hurt. Like it was painful for her to sit which told him even more about what happened to her. And then he saw Dexter. Watching his sister. Not with concern at her stiff movements and obvious signs of assault. For the briefest moment Doakes sees Dexters mask drop. a flash of completely empty eyes that makes Doakes’ heart stop. Dexter Morgan was a creepy motherfucker before. But now Doakes knows he's dangerous. And that whatever happened to Debra Morgan, Dexter is the one who did it to her.

As always Dexter has left her two donuts on her desk. She hasn't touched them. Usually she scarfs them immediately and then looks for more. But today she's pushed them to the edge of her desk. Up close he can see dark circles under her eyes and the lovebites on her throat that she's covered with concealer.
“You're not eating those?”
Doakes knows it's out of character for him to talk to Debra. He knows what it looks like. But he also knows a rape victim when he sees one. And he became a cop to help people.
“I'm not hungry. You have them”
Doakes would eat his own fingers before he ate those donuts. So instead he pushes them into the bin and sits on her desk blocking her from view of the lab. She relaxes minutely.
“Anything you want to tell me Morgan?”
Doakes is a big man but he knows how to give her space to breathe, to think.
“Like what?”
Like how your brother raped you.
“What?” Debra's eyes widen and Doakes knows he didn't say it aloud. More evidence of something very wrong in the Morgan household.
“No.” She gathers herself together. “I'm fine. I just tripped.”
Doakes sees that she's shut down. He doesn't push it. She needs someone safe to go to when she's ready. So he gives her that.
“I need help knocking doors. You're with me.”
He doesn't need help but he sees the relief on her face when she grabs her jacket and he sees the thunder in Dexters face when he sees Doakes hold the door for her.
Creepy motherfucker is going to get what he deserves.

Chapter 6

Debs has been spending a lot of time with Doakes. Dexter knows she has to go whereever she's assigned but he is not happy about it being with Doakes. Even if the Sergeant didn't have it out for him, he'd be concerned about the older, more senior officer taking such an interest in his little sister. And that's before you add in the way Doakes keeps her busy at all hours. The way he monopolises her time so she's never quite around to spend time with Dexter any more. And Doakes knows what he's doing. Seems to enjoy interrupting the Morgan siblings whenever he can. She doesn't even eat the donuts anymore. She's living off protein bars and bad coffee. It's starting to piss Dexter off.

So when he finally catches Deb on her own in the elevator on her way down to the parking lot Dexter takes the opportunity to sneak a kiss and tell her they're having Saturday together on his boat. Away from everyone. Just them out on the water. Some quality time. No arguments. The doors open as he finishes and he cheerily says “it's a date. Deb” in front of everyone. She can only nod and agree.

Phase two is to start dropping poison. To make it look like Doakes has an unhealthy interest in Officer Debra Morgan. Like he's not just mentoring her. It doesnt take much and to be honest Dexter is surprised at how easily people believe him. It turns out Doakes is respected but not liked. And maybe feared more than respected. It only takes a couple of days for cops to start gossipping about Doakes’ new project and did you notice how he keeps her on his cases and how he bristles when anyone gets close. Even her own brother who never says a bad word about the Sergeant but he clearly isn't happy about his sister being groomed.
It's almost too easy.
And Doakes is predictably angry when Deb is reassigned without notice and her overtime is cut. Dexter watches them both spin out. Doakes yells and postures and Deb shrinks into herself but none of it is tracable back to Dexter so he allows himself to bask in the uproar. And even when Doakes corners him in the elevator, almost exactly as he had with Deb, Dexter is unfazed.
“I know what you did. What you're doing to your sister.” Doakes gets straight to the point.
“I dont know what you're talking about. I'm just looking out for my sister. Making sure she's not being harassed in the workplace. By some predatory older guy.”
Doakes stares at Dexter.
“I'm going to be watching you.”
“Like you watch my sister? Or do you just check her out? It's not a good look Sergeant. Perving on the prettiest cop in the precinct.” Dexter smiles. “Deb is not for you Doakes.”
“She's not for you either motherfucker.”
Dexter shrugs. “Don't know what you're talking about. This is my floor.”

Deb is still pissed when he picks her up for their day on his boat. Even though she's no longer working with Doakes she hasn't come back to Dexter. And she doesn't seem so shell shocked now. She's less compliant. Still not going for lunch with him, refusing the donuts, ignoring him whenever she can. And she categorically is on Doakes’ side. She tells the gossipy cops to fuck off and sticks up for the Sergeant telling anyone who asks that he has been mentoring her and not every guy who shows an interest is trying to fuck her. That one she says loud enough for Dexter to hear. She refuses to let anyone get away with calling Doakes out and it bugs Dexter that she is so adamant and unafraid. He doesn't know what it means for their new dynamic. He guesses they'll work it out on his boat.

Chapter 7

Deb is livid when he picks her up for their day on the boat. She's always pretty mad first thing but today she's worse. Dexter has packed all her favourite foods and drinks. All prepackaged with unbroken seals. Since her shortlived love in with Doakes she hasn't accepted anything from him that could have been tampered with. Dexter is both annoyed and impressed by this. Drugging her made her more compliant so he's going to have to work harder now but he's also missed his firebrand sister so her rediscovered confidence is a blessing and a curse.

He had wondered if she'd actually get on the boat willingly and he'd planned for that but she walks on as she has a thousand times before and she sulks as he takes them out onto the open water. Dexter anchors the boat and offers her a beer. If he can't loosen her up with his usual cocktail of drugs he can get her tipsy in the sun. She opens it herself and takes a swig even though it's still early. Dexter sits next to her. She's wearing Shorts and a bikini top underneath one of his shirts that she stole years ago. She's stretching her tanned legs out in front of her and all he wants to do is touch her. But he needs to convince her first, talk her into wanting what he wants. He doesn't want to have to fight her all the time, especially if Doakes is on his back.

She jumps when he rests his hand on her thigh. She's still a little skittish around him.
“I'm sorry.” He does the face that always works on her. The sad puppy face. He rubs his thumb in circles over her skin. Gently. Not trying to bruise her. “I know I got carried away. Both times.”
“Dex -”
“Deb. I should've stopped but I just, I didn't think you were serious. And I didn't know you were really scared. Or that I was hurting you.” That's a huge fucking lie. A really obvious one. If she believes that she's deluding herself. “I Really thought you wanted to. And because i wanted to, I didn't listen.” he keeps soothing her. His voice is low and calm and the sun is warm and she keeps drinking and he thinks he might get away with this.
“You really hurt me. Like bad. Dexter.”
“I know.” Of course he knows. She still has the bite mark he gave her. “I don't always know my own strength” he does. Of course he does. How could he not. He threw Deb around like a ragdoll and he wants to do it again.
“I asked you to stop. And you didn't.” She still can't say it. What he did to her.
“I am so sorry. I thought you- i let myself hope you wanted me. Like i want you. Have wanted you for so long.” He swaps out her empty bottle for a full one and watches her swallow. He can imagine her mouth around his cock and he starts to get hard. He doesn't think it will hurt his case to show Deb what she does to him.
“You're my brother.” She lies back on the deck and he does the same, holding her hand.
“Adopted” he clarifies. “We're not doing anything wrong, Deb.”
“Dad-”
“Dad's dead. He wouldn't understand. He wouldn't be able to fathom how much I love you. And you love me. Do you still love me?” he can feel her wavering. She wants to believe him so much he can practically taste it.
“Of course I do. But Dex you-”
He thinks shes going to say it. Say that he raped her. Twice and if she does she won't be able to take it back.
“I will never hurt you again.” He cuts her off. “I won't do anything you don't want me to.” More lies.
“I don't think we should have sex again”
Dexter can barely stop himself smiling. The shift from rape to sex is significant. He can work with that.
“Can I kiss you?” Its like being a teenager again.
“That's not a good idea”
“I just want something good to remember.”
“Jesus you're not going to war.”
He does the face again and she's four or Five beers deep so it works even quicker.
“Fine.”
Dexter moves slowly, trying not to startle her. He keeps his hands loose when he cups her face and moves closer. He's careful not to box her in when he kisses her. She tastes of Beer and sunshine and capitulation. When she lets him keep kissing her he pulls her on top of him. he doesn't push against her, tries to angle his body away so she doesn't feel his erection. It's all calculated to let her think she's in control. So she can make the right decision and let him fuck her. And this time she's complicit. She thinks she's making an active choice. She isn't. But she doesn't need to know that. When she pulls away he lets her go. Takes his hands off her. Gives her space.

She flinches when he stands and offers her a hand up. She takes it and he tucks her hair behind her ear and gets the fishing gear out. It feels normal. To sit and drink and pretend to fish. Neither of them want to catch anything but they've done this for years. Just enjoyed being on his boat in silence.

“Doakes was just looking out for me” she says after a while. “He wasn't trying to get Into my pants.” She says it almost guiltily. Like she doesn't have every right to fuck any guy she chooses. Dexter supposes she doesnt any more. He considers his next words carefully.
“okay. Maybe I was a little jealous”
‘You said you wanted - that for a long time. How long?”
This one he can answer honestly. “Since we were teenagers I suppose. But I only recognised it recently. I didn't know what it was before.”
Deb is silent for a long time.
“We don't have to do anything you don't want to.” He lies. He knows exactly how to get Deb to do what he wants. And she is close. When he looks at her he can see how drunk she is. She's been drinking consistently since they arrived and the heat is soaked into them both, Dexter's limbs feel loose and relaxed.
And then like a fucking romcom She trips and he gets to catch her and it's like they're stars have fucking aligned because they're so close and then she kisses him.

Deb leans in and kisses Dexter And he knows he's caught her. Whatever else happens, even though he stacked everything in his favour, Deb is now complicit.

Dexter is gentle and caring and doesn't rush her or restrain her. The fact that she's trapped in the middle of the ocean with him doesn't count. She came to him this time. So he undresses them both carefully. Lays out some blankets on the deck for them and lowers her onto them. He listens this time for her objections, the long game demands it, but she doesn't make any. She lets him slide between her legs and he braces himself above her and touches her as softly as he can. Dexter makes sure she's comfortable. Puts the effort in to arouse her even though they're out in the baking sun and she's drunk and until recently didn't think she wanted this. He touches her in all the right ways, kisses her in the places her hurt her before, keeps going until she's panting and writhing and saying his name in a whisper. He's holding back, not letting himself get going until she comes at least once. He needs her to be sweet and sated if this is going to continue past today.

She comes three times in a row before he lets himself move inside her. Shes floppy limbed and relaxed And really fucking wet so it's easier this time. No resistance at all and while he usually enjoys a little friction, it doesn't matter because Deb isn't fighting him at all. She's pulling him closer in and wrapping her legs around him and squeezing his cock inside her and it feels hot and warm and really fucking good. Dexter controls each push in and pull out and takes his sister with more care than he's given anything other than murder.
He's surprised when the pressure builds up in him, he'd thought he'd have to force himself to come but he's close already. He just needs something to tip him over the edge. Something sharp among his petal soft movements. And then Deb nips his shoulder with her teeth and it's such a small pain, not even pain really but it's unexpected from her and he comes with a deep grunt and Deb kisses him again. His brain fritzes and when he comes back on line they're still kissing and he's still inside her. And the blanket is ruined. Dexter thinks he'll pack it away as a trophy. Jizz stains and all.

When he steers the boat back into the harbour, Deb has sobered up a little. She's tucked against him, his arm around her and it's the Morgans against the world again. She objects when he disengaged from her to park the boat but they know people at the marina. People know they're brother and sister so they have to be careful. Dexter sneaks a kiss from her before he grabs their stuff and follows her off. When he dumps it all in the trunk he sees Doakes, parked in the shade, watching. Dexter makes a show of hugging Deb, kissing her forehead like a big brother can and opening the door for her. When he gets into the drivers seat, Dexter waves at the Sergeant Then drives her home.