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[ladytauria]

the sweetness of honey: chapter ii

Pairing: Tim Drake/Jason Todd Rating: Explicit (and please mind the tags!) Chapter Words: 7.9k Total Words: 12k

chapter two of my fic, the sweetness of honey!

preview and chapter content warnings below the cut <3

>>> chapter ii: a gift, pretty and bruised <<<

cws: threats, non-consensual touching, fantasy misogyny, first aid, author is not a doctor & also knows very little about first aid, anxiety, non-graphic panic attacks

With no windows to guide him, Jason tracks the days by the overhead light in his cell. It comes on in the morning, followed by breakfast and a humiliating ‘check’ to see if he’s started his heat yet before changing his clothes. Then lunch, and a few hours after that, supper. After supper, his teeth are brushed for him, and then finally, lights out.

Every day, Jason expects something different. For things to change.

He tracks six days before finally, something does.

The light comes on as he’s sleeping. His rest has been fitful, restless. It wakes him immediately. Jason uncurls from the tight ball he sleeps in, sitting up and blinking the sleep from his eyes. His sense of time is frayed, but not broken completely. He knows it’s not morning yet.

The door opens a moment later.

Baldie looms in the doorway.

Jason is on his feet immediately, baring his teeth.

“The boss has someone who wants to meet you,” Baldie says, stalking toward him.

Slimeboss’s words replay in Jason’s mind. “No… No, I have a different purpose in mind for this one.”

He swallows, a low growl filling his chest. “I’m not going anywhere with you, asshole,” he spits.

Baldie’s scent seems stronger than it was six days ago; the musk filling Jason’s nose. The part of him that wants to roll over, offer himself up, feels bigger. Jason ignores it. As soon as Baldie gets close enough, he lashes out—kicking, clawing, snapping his teeth.

He won’t go quietly.

Even with a few nights sleep and proper food in his system… Jason is no match for Baldie. The alpha is bigger, stronger, and meaner.

Jason at least gets one victory; digging his fingers into where he’d bitten the alpha before, tearing through the bandage and drawing blood.

Baldie snarls. Jason freezes, something instinctive and primal in him reacting to the deep alpha noise. Baldie doesn’t hesitate to take advantage, slamming Jason against the wall.

Jason hisses, bumping his head against the wall—then yelps when Baldie flips him. That yelp turns to a whimper when Baldie scruffs him harshly; submission making him go limp. The scent of alpha displeasure nearly has Jason sticking his hips out in offering.

“You better hope the boss gets rid of you tonight,” Baldie hisses in his ear. “If you come back here, I’ll beat your ass black and blue—damn the consequences.” He shakes him.

Jason whines pathetically, tears pricking his eyes. It’s just because he’s close to his heat, he tells himself. He wouldn’t be so affected otherwise. Wouldn’t be thinking about Baldie mounting him, using him. Wouldn’t half-want it.

Baldie turns him again, unlatching the chain from his collar before hauling him over his shoulder, driving the air from him. He carries Jason back to the bathing room, dropping him on the table.

Jason barely has time to catch his breath before Baldie forces a bit between his teeth. The edges of it bite at the corners of his mouth—Jason tries to force it out, but gets nowhere. Not before Baldie muzzles him, the leather straps digging into his skin.

Despite everything in him telling him to submit, Jason growls. His legs twitch as he fights the submission, but it’s as useless as it was six days ago, and Baldie ignores him. He strips Jason down instead, and then wipes him down with a rough cloth. Once Jason is clean again, Baldie dresses him in a similar outfit as before; a tiny pair of shorts that barely cover his ass and a slightly too-big t-shirt. He’s given no socks or shoes.

Finally, his hands are bound behind his back—first with the cuffs, and then rope over that. Baldie makes sure it’s tight, too, the coarse material digging into his skin.

Then he hefts Jason up again, carrying him to the garage. Jason gets a brief glimpse of the slick black car he’d seen before before he’s dropped in the trunk again. Baldie slams the lid shut.

A moment later, the engine rumbles to life beneath him.

Jason tries to keep track of the time, but without anything to anchor him, it’s hard. Still… he’s pretty sure less than thirty minutes pass before Baldie hauls him out again, setting him on his feet before clipping a leash to his collar.

The moon is high in the sky, enough light passing through ever present clouds and smog to illuminate their surroundings. He recognizes the old warehouse district, down by the docks—the smell assaulting his nose.

Jason sucks in a deep breath.

Pleasant? No. But this is the first breath of fresh air, or what passes for it in Gotham, in almost a week, so he takes in as much of it as he can.

Baldie wraps the leash around his hand and leads Jason inside one of the warehouses. The bottom of it is empty save for large, looming crates. Jason is sure there are guards, but… not being able to see them makes him nervous. Twitchy.

He thinks about fighting, but… He knows he won’t get far. Better to conserve his energy for now.

Baldie heads straight for a set of metal stairs, prodding Jason into going up first.

Jason hesitates. His stomach churns. He doesn’t want to go up there—doesn’t want to know what fate is in store for him at the top.

Baldie growls. “Move,” he snaps, a little Command in his tone.

It’s never been easy for Jason to resist a Command. He’s only ever managed it a few times in his life. Right now, in pain and terrified, with lingering submission in his veins? It’s impossible.

He still fights. Of course he does. He’s not going to just roll over and let this happen to him.

In the end, though, there’s nothing he can do except climb the stairs.

On the second floor, Baldie takes Jason over to a metal door. There’s a discolored spot where a sign used to sit. Jason imagines it was some kind of manager’s office. There are windows, but all of them have been blocked off with wooden slats.

Baldie opens the door.

The office has been converted into some kind of meeting room. There are two couches set up in the center of the room; a low table between them. There are four guards on one side of the room, behind the man Jason recognizes as Slimeboss.

The man across from him is a stranger.

He’s dressed in a suit too. It’s all clean, sharp lines; fitting him better than Slimeboss’s fits him. It makes him look even slimier in comparison.

There are no guards behind the stranger, and yet… he looks relaxed.

Confident.

The hairs on Jason’s neck raise.

Slimeboss grins at their entrance, exposing far too many teeth. The sleaze dripping off of him makes Jason feel gross. Like he needs a shower. A wicked hot one, to burn away the top layer of his skin.

Baldie shuts the door. Bile rises in Jason’s throat, growing thicker when Slimeboss beckons them over.

“To convince you of my sincerity, and as a token of my friendship, I wanted to offer you a gift.”

>>> continue on AO3 <<<

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Filchslime

An elusive breed of oily, midnight blue ooze with rudimentary tool-use skills and kleptomaniac tendencies.

HD 3 MV 160’, spider climb AC as plate AT garotte tendrils 1d4/3d6 from surprise or while flanking, or by weapon Special pilfer, metabolize, ooze, camouflage

pilfer—on a successful hit, target saves; on failure, the Filchslime steals one item in their inventory. The filchslime can carry up to its HD in inventory slots; it doesn’t have the neural capacity to keep track of more than that many objects at a time. It can effectively wield any stolen item, so long as it involves manipulating no more than two moving parts at a time. metabolize—if the Filchslime pilfers a ration or potion, it immediately consumes it. It gains 1 HD for every ration it consumes, and potion effects last either for as long as is laid out in the effect description or the level of the spell it’s equivalent to in days, whichever is longer. Filchslimes will also try to eat scrolls and spellbooks; if a Filchslime pilfers a spellbook, it will immediately attempt to remove itself from combat as swiftly as possible and nest until it has fully digested its contents. It digests a single spell level’s worth of content per day, starting from the lowest-level spells and working its way up. A filchslime may cast each spell it has eaten once per day. Eaten spells are not recoverable (unless the wizard in question devises a means to read the slime’s alchemical structure) and must be re-scribed. ooze—filchslimes are immune to poison, disease, sleep, and any effect that targets the mind. Assuming they aren’t carrying anything large or rigid, they can fit through any space that water can flow through. camouflage—Filchslimes have a natural 5-in-6 chance to surprise.

It’s unclear whether Filchslimes are a natural byproduct of urban living, an extremely successful wizardly invention, or the warmup motions of a massive evolutionary leap emergent from the existing stock of ooze species. In any case, they are hypercompetitive urban detritivores; when a population turns up in an urban center, rats, crows, pigeons, baboons, gulls, cockroaches, sparrows and the like tend to see substantial downturns. This sometimes creates a fair bit of chaos, not only because of the ensuing ecological instability, but because many of these entrenched species are well-known to be proficient in their own magics and wholly capable of politics. Mindful scholars of the eaves and gutters know to shut themselves inside when they see the first filchslime clamber from a public gutter into the sunlight, because turf war is sure to follow.

Filchslimes organize very, very loosely, building decentralized networks of nest-tunnels lined with their ill-gotten trinkets. Well-fed filchslimes that have metabolized a spellbook or two sometimes pull together enough intellect to grasp the idea of a pyramid scheme and engineer “crews” of younger slimes, often plying their obedience with the offer of a spell or two. Filchslime crews usually count two lieutenants per spell level known by the slimeboss, with four raw recruit slimes to a lieutenant, though a lot depends on the circumstantial utility of the slimeboss’ repertoire.

Rumor has it that somewhere out there there’s an enterprising thief who’s figured out the secret to taming and training filchslimes. Other rumors suggest that the thief in question’s personal slime companion found its way into some exceptionally ugly magic and parasitized them, and that this is the true origin of the second-story bogeyman known to insomniac children as the Blot.

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