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Dick rummages through his blanket basket, looking for the specific striped one that he knows will complete his nest.
Once he finds it, he turns around and drapes it near the end of the nest, tucking the corners in.
Good enough for now, Dick thinks to himself. He usually rearranged a few pieces right before the heat fully took control, anyway.
He looks over at the supply cart pushed near the bed, double-checking that he doesn't need to restock anything from the pantry.
Water bottles? Check. Protein bars and shakes? Check. Wild Berry Skittles? Check. Toys and lube? All check.
Dick changes into his most comfortable pair of black joggers and one of Bruce’s old white tees, stolen long ago. But Dick can still smell the faint leather and anise from the older Omega.
He grabs his phone off the dresser to check any messages. He’s 24—he’s been going through heats for 10 years—but he still smiles when he sees well wishes from the other two Omegas in the pack.
Timmy: Text me if you need anything!!
B: Check in by Thurs 2100
He responds to both with a thumbs-up emoji, then puts his phone into do-not-disturb mode.
The cramps in his lower abdomen are just starting to be noticeable. Since starting his new birth control, his heats have consistently been around 72 hours every 3 months. If he stays on schedule, the precipice would be here in about an hour.
He sets his phone back down on the dresser and heads toward the bed.
One foot doesn't make contact with the hardwood floor, his stomach flipping like he missed a step on a staircase.
His whole body falls forward, knees and elbows hitting cold concrete below him.
Dick looks up just in time to see a circular portal closing.
“Ow,” Dick exhales, slowly pulling himself onto his thighs then to his feet. There were definitely going to be bruises later.
He scans his surroundings quickly, then breathes out a sigh of relief.
He’s in the Fortress of Solitude.
Why?
The portal didn’t look like anything he’d seen before, from any known metahuman or zeta tube technology.
Sweat prickles on the back of his neck. Despite being in the Fortress, and barefoot, the fever curls around his skin.
A burst of wind and a loud thud echoes from the other end of the Fortress. At least if Clark didn’t know why Dick was teleported here, they could brainstorm together.
And—he feels the first rush of slick trickle out of him—Clark can fly him back to his nest as soon as possible. Dick blushes at the thought of Clark seeing him like this, but he knows, unfortunately, that he’ll be a gentleman and ignore it in favor of getting Dick back to safety for his heat. And he’d just have to get over his crush seeing him like this.
Clark, who was devastatingly single after an amicable divorce from Lois, and co-parenting Jon in Metropolis. And let's not even get started on the 14 year age gap.
Clark, wearing the suit, bursts into the lounge area.
“Who’s there?” Clark yells out, eyes glowing red. He stops suddenly when his eyes land on Dick.
“Hey, Clark!” Dick says, waving at the older man. “New haircut?”
Dick looks Clark up and down, spine tingling from hard-earned training and deduction.
Something’s wrong, and not just that Clark’s hair is slicked back. The suit looks different, too—darker colors, a higher collar, and no trunks.
And Clark’s face is all wrong. Now that the red glow is gone, Dick can see the pain in his eyes, the tension in his jaw, the taunt sullenness in his skin.
“Dick?” Clark asks, walking slowly towards him. “I- How?”
Dick tries to even his weight on his feet, fighting the dizziness and cramps. “I was in my apartment, and suddenly the floor opened up to a portal. I fell through.”
Now that Clark is in close proximity, Dick discovers the final clue that he’s really not in Kansas anymore—the normally warm scent of baked apples and cinnamon is not only barely there, but it’s burnt and acidic.
This isn’t his Clark.
Not teleportation. Dimensional travel.
“No, Dick,” Clark says, their faces now inches apart, “how are you here? You’re supposed to be dead.”
Dick’s breath hitches. “What?”
Clark takes his turn analyzing Dick. “You’re little brother, Damian? He killed you.”
Clark has to be lying, a strategic play to unnerve him. The statement is almost so outrageous that it’s laughable.
Clark leans in and takes a dramatic sniff. “Why do you smell like that?”
Dick tries to fight off the arms that grab him, but the fever makes his limbs sluggish. Suddenly they’re in the air, moving through the Fortress. They enter the master bedroom, and Clark throws him onto the mattress.
Dick starts to scramble off the bed, but Clark jumps on top of him, pinning Dick’s legs with his own and wrists with one hand.
Dick’s abdomen cramps from the weight pressing down on him.
“Rao, you smell so good,” Clark inhales again. “Like sandalwood and vanilla.”
With his free hand, Clark shoves the waistband of his black joggers down. He hadn’t bothered with underwear, thinking that they would just be a hindrance later. The cool air hits his crotch, his cocklet and lips fully on display.
Clark chokes out a laugh. “Well that doesn’t match your name, does it?”
“Clark, stop,” Dick whines. “You’re scaring me.”
Clark’s free hand grips onto Dick’s throat. Dick flings his head back and forth, but it’s no use.
“Good,” Clark growls out, moving Dick’s jaw to look at him. “Why do you have a cunt? The Dick Grayson that’s dead definitely had a dick.”
“Clark, please," Dick chokes out. "You know I’m an Omega.”
Clark pulls his hand back. “A what?”
Another gush of slick pulses, a tiny trickle leaking onto his thigh.
Clark’s eyes widen, and his lips curl up. “Oh Rao, like a dog? Like a bitch in heat?”
“Clark, please stop.”
Smack!
It takes Dick a second to realize Clark slapped him across the face, the cheek now burning.
“Call me Kal, Dickie. Clark died with his wife and unborn child.”
Clark slides a finger through his pussy lips, collecting and watching the slick glisten.
Dick stifles a moan. His body doesn’t understand that the touch is unwanted—terribly, terribly unwanted. It’s just craving sexual attention in the heat.
“Such a pretty bitch,” Clark smirks. “And look at this ugly, little thing.”
Clark harshly tugs at Dick’s cocklet, causing Dick to yelp out in pain.
Realization hits Dick, slower than it should have, really.
It’s going to happen again.
It’s happening again.
“Please stop.”
“You’re begging for it, Dickie. Don’t lie to me.”
Clark rips the joggers right off, then shoves two fingers into his cunt without warning.
Dick screams, tears running down his face. His cunt aches from the pressure, with Kal’s fingers rubbing deftly against his walls.
“You’re sucking me right in.”
It’s raining. Dick feels the rain on his skin.
“Rao, you’re soaking wet,” Clark says, pulling his fingers out. He shoves them into Dick’s mouth. “Clean them off.”
Dick whines against the fingers, his tongue tasting his own slick.
Clark removes his fingers and moves the free hand towards his own crotch. He quickly unlatches a seam and pulls out his hard cock, flushed dark red and leaking. It’s bigger than any of the toys Dick’s tried in the past.
Rotten, poisonous apples fill his nose.
Alpha? His Omega cries out, confused. His stomach clenches.
Clark lines the head up with Dick’s entrance, then forces himself forward.
Even with the slick it burns.
Your fault. Your fault.
He hasn’t spent his heat with another person in years. Not since he was with Babs, and never with an Alpha.
“Scream all you want, Dickie. No one can hear you.”
He’s screaming? He realizes he is.
Clark sets a brutal pace, not giving Dick any time to adjust. The heavy material of the suit scrapes against his sensitive skin. Clark’s hands dig into his hips, shoving so hard that his pelvis and balls slap heavily against Dick with each thrust.
And his mind knows he doesn't want this, but his throbbing pussy is fully on board with what’s happening.
In the haze of his heat, the pleasure builds and builds. He’s never been fucked this rough before, Clark’s heavy cock demanding access and pushing against his sensitive walls.
Dick, you slut! Kory’s words rattle around his head.
He’s in a dingy apartment. He’s at the Tower. He’s on the roof.
He’s in the Fortress of Solitude.
And that’s what hurts the most. It’s Clark’s voice, his hands, his scent, his cock—but it’s all wrong. Wrong wrong wrong.
The Clark he knows, trusts, pines over, has fantasies of—would never rape him.
But it’s happening again.
Your fault, your fault, your fault.
His orgasm shoots through him like lightning, his pussy clenching around the Alpha’s cock. He distantly thanks whatever deity is listening that he’s on the pill.
“Fuck,” Clark groans, hips stuttering.
“Clark, Alpha,” Dick sobs in response. He feels the Alpha’s seed shoot into him, burning and filling his cunt.
His entrance flutters, seeking out a knot that doesn’t exist.
Clark stills for just a moment, then forcefully pulls his cock out of Dick’s pussy. Dick yelps in pain, and at the loss of the fullness that soothed his heat.
Clark pushes his calves against Dick’s thighs, forcing his legs to stay wide. He can feel Clark’s cum leaking out onto his swollen lips.
“What did I say, Dickie,” Clark growls. “You will call me Kal.”
Smack!
Dick screams as Clark slams his hand right against his pelvis.
“Please stop-”
Smack!
This one lands right on his spent cocklet. His legs are shaking. If Dick wasn’t as flexible he is, his hip joints would’ve dislocated.
“What’s my name, Dickie?”
“Stop, please, no-”
Smack!
“Say it!”
Smack!
“Kal, I’m s-sorry,” Dick wails out, “Kal, please!”
Kal releases Dick from his hold, and Dick pulls his legs together, whimpering from the pain. He rubs his face into the sheets to wipe off the tears and snot.
“That wasn’t so hard, was it, bitch?” Kal mocks, getting off the bed.
He’s poisonous. He’s numb.
Exhaustion finally pulls Dick under.
— — —
Dick feels the pain even before he opens his eyes. His whole pelvis area is throbbing, the skin burning and muscles aching. He realizes he’s naked. Kal must’ve taken off his shirt at some point while he was asleep.
Dried snot and tears are crusted over his eyelashes. He rubs at his eyes to wipe the crud away, knowing that he’s just delaying the inevitable.
He debates if he should open his eyes or shift into a different position on the bed first. They’ll both be painful.
Then he notices a tight feeling around his neck. Dick thought it was just bruising from Kal choking him, but it’s worse—it’s a collar.
Dick’s eyes fly open, and he tries to push away the headache from the bright light. His fingers pull at the collar. It's a heavy metal, with barely any give. His Adam's apple pulls at it with each breath.
His eyes trace the chains down from the collar to the floor to the wall where the chains are bolted. Even if he had his full strength, there was no way to bust out without tools.
Dick looks down at himself.
Dark purple and green bruises cover his lower abdomen, hips, and thighs, the worst ones in the shape of hand prints. Dried slick and cum stick to his still-swollen lips.
“Omega, you’re awake.”
Dick startles at the voice, then winces as his legs pull into himself. He looks up and sees Kal, walking towards the bed, carrying a tray. Kal sets the items down on the table next to the bed, then casually sits down on the lounge chair, facing him.
Dick’s Omega shivers at the address, and the cramps start up again. His abs clench, but then he winces in pain from the sore muscles and bruised skin.
“I took the opportunity to investigate your memories while you were asleep,” Kal says. “It was very informative.”
He didn’t know the Kryptonian technology at the Fortress could do that. Did Bruce know?
Dick pulls his knees up to his chest and wraps his arms around his legs, fighting through the pain. He wants to cover himself with the bedsheets, but there really isn’t any point. He can’t fight or flight, so he defers to his next option, to listen. Gather any information he can about this universe. Earlier, Kal had mentioned Lois and an unborn child—Jon?—and that Damian killed his counterpart.
Dick hadn’t believed Kal then, but he’s starting to now.
“I was right,” Kal sneers. “You’re like a farm animal in the spring.”
Dick silently nods, not knowing what to say.
“Perfect,” Kal replies. “I’ll catch you up to speed, but first I want to establish some ground rules.” He stands and grabs a glass of water that’s on the tray and brings it towards Dick. “Drink.”
Dick gingerly takes the glass, wincing as the movement pulls at his lower muscles. He takes a sip as Kal steps back.
“As you learned last night, you will address me as Kal. I will also allow Alpha.”
Alpha, his Omega yearns back, warmth prickling at his skin.
Kal sniffs the air, smiling. “You’re still in heat, and will be for the next few days.”
He says it like a statement, not a question. Dick nods anyway.
“You’re mine now, Omega.”
Dick’s stomach sinks, but his cunt flutters. He’s never gotten this much attention from an Alpha before.
“I can’t claim you with a mating bite,” Kal continues, “but I can breed you like the pathetic livestock you are.”
Dick’s about to respond, but then—a memory, a conversation.
Kal smiles wickedly at Dick’s reaction. “Remember what my wife’s counterpart told you? Kryptonian sperm is so fertile, it overrides any birth control currently on the market.”
No.
“I’m going to breed you again and again, until we have a whole army of half-Kryptonians that can assist me with leading this planet.”
Fresh slick trickles out of Dick’s slit, mixing with the dried slick and cum on his lips and thighs.
Kal looms over him, his legs touching the bed. “I had another stroke of genius while gathering supplies on the way in here. The world needs me, so I can’t just watch over you all day. But I have someone in the regime eager to prove their loyalty to me.”
And you can fight me all you want, scream all you want, but this is your life now. The universe dropped you off as a gift, as retribution, and I will not let the insurgency take that away.”
Kal leans in now, their noses touching. “I might send a video or two to Bruce, though. Just to taunt him. Bring him out of hiding so I can finally get rid of him.”
Kal grabs the glass from Dick’s hands and chucks it at the wall. The glass shatters.
Dick pulls back and keens. He doesn’t want this, he doesn’t want to get pregnant.
His cunt aches for it.
Kal yanks on the chain and grabs onto Dick’s jaw. “Don’t worry, Omega. You’ll be full of my pups in no time at all.”
Kal shoves Dick’s neck down, pushing him face-first into the sheets. He pulls Dick’s hips up, fingers digging into the bruised skin.
Dick can’t stop his back from arching, presenting himself to the Alpha. His heat somewhat dulls the pain in his pelvis, but it still burns.
“Ah,” Dick cries out as Kal shoves his thighs farther apart.
There’s no warning this time, barely a waft of burnt cinnamon before he feels the blunt head of Kal’s cock pushing in between his folds.
Kal slams in all at once. Dick grips onto the bedsheets, wincing with every thrust.
“Gonna fill you up,” Kal growls. “My Omega bitch.”
Kal squeezes Dick’s hips, thrusting Dick’s pussy onto the Alpha’s cock like a fleshlight. That’s all he is, an object to be used at the Alpha’s whim.
“Alpha, please-” He’s begging for it to stop. He’s begging for it not to stop.
“Begging to be bred.”
He’s more present this time. It’s raining, but only sprinkles hit his bare skin. Tears and snot drip down his face. He doesn’t want to be more present. He feels every drag inside him.
“Just like the slut you are, for your Alpha.”
Dick, you slut!
“Ah- Alpha!” Dick cries out. His Omega keens again, frenzied at the Alpha’s words. This time, his orgasm rolls through him like thunder, deep within him as his walls spasm.
Kal grunts, yanking Dick up and pressing all the way to his cervix. Dick can feel the long shaft twitch, and he moans as the Alpha fills him with cum.
Behind him, Kal stills. Dick starts to turn his head around, but Kal grabs his neck.
“You’re mine,” Kal growls, yanking his hips up once more. Dick yelps back in surprise. “Mine.”
Suddenly more hot liquid floods into him, but—oh. Dick buries his head in the pillow, trying to ignore the faint hiss as Kal empties his bladder right into Dick’s pussy.
The Alpha’s marking his territory.
Kal roughly pulls out. Urine, cum, and slick pool out of him, sliding down his thighs and onto the sheets.
Smack! Smack!
Kal slaps both butt cheeks with enough force to surely leave distinct, purple handprints. “I knew your ass would be perfect. Might dump some cum in there, too, fill all your holes up with my seed.”
Dick whines, his cunt fluttering at the loss of the Alpha. Where was Alpha going? Why didn’t Alpha knot him?
His thighs tremble as he lowers them down, curling into a fetal position.
He’s numb, letting the rain droplets splash onto him.
“Damian will be here soon to clean up this mess.”