FIC: Where the bad things are (3/?) HIMYM AU (Changed!Verse)
Part 3
Good and evil, they seemed such old-fashioned terms. What, really, is good? What is evil? Someone had to have the power in this lawless place. Someone had to pull everyone together. So, it turned out to be him, and his years of experience dealing with jerks of all ages, creeds and social statuses had put him in the perfect position to hone his leadership skills in an army of real monsters.
Really, wasn't that good?
The side effect of his power was that many had called him evil. Well, mainly that was the women, at least those women that for some reason felt the need to resist him. Sure, about 80% of the women in his domain would climb over one another to be with him. He couldn't fall over in Queens without his dick landing in some willing young mouth.
The rest of them, the other 20%, well he kind of enjoyed watching the tortured twist of their expressions when they tried to talk to him. He enjoyed watching them shift and rub their thighs together to appease the desperate itch he knew was there, He loved watching them get wet for him, even though it made them hate themselves.
Was that evil?
Sluts and prudes, they were both the same really. He knew enough about the anatomy of women by now to know that they could all please him equally, no matter what they looked like on the outside. Although, it was nice to have a pretty face to look at when you fucked them.
Robin, now she was one of the prettier sluts. The first moment he'd set eyes on her again after she'd Changed, he'd been willing to go easy on her, but she'd thrown herself at him, she'd clung to him. Even now, no matter what he did to her, she still followed him around.
So was it evil, that he'd gotten himself a hot vampire pinned against the wall, her face pressed against the filthy surface? He knew she loved it when he pinned her hands above her head as he sucked on the back of her neck. Robin's teeth were her weapon, so he was very careful, but grinding herself back against him like a bitch on heat, he knew that she probably wasn't a danger to him.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he wrenched her head back until he heard her yelp, then he tore at the dress she was wearing with one, smooth, ripping motion. Only then did he move inside her, pistoning into her until her body was actually pushed a couple of inches up the wall.
He allowed himself to come quickly.
Then he kept right on fucking her, because what was the point in being mutated into a sex god if you didn't get your money's worth?
After a few hours, he left her curled up on the floor at his feet, sleeping peacefully. Sure, the Robin Scherbatsky he knew of old could be feisty, but after a couple of months with him, she was now well trained.
He found his mind wandering to another friend of his, from his old life. Lily Aldrin should have been moved by now and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this time she'd give herself to him.
There was no guilt in him, no twinge of conscience at all when he thought about how he'd break her. No, Lily Aldrin would be his bitch soon enough. And he was really going to enjoy this one.
Certainty, firm purpose and absolute power was all good, he thought. And in the end, history would be written by the winners.
*--*--*
Marshall fired the gun.
Ted was pretty sure at that moment that he was going to die. He felt no pain, but he heard a sort-of out-of-body yelp and he knew it must be him. However, a moment later he looked around and saw the mutant guard from earlier stumble backwards and crumple to the floor.
"It's me, guys," Marshall said, gruffly. "I'm not a monster. At least, not until the next full moon."
Both Barney and Ted stared at him dumbly. It was Marshall, really Marshall. They're best friend and someone they hadn't seen in months. Ted's mouth just opened and closed in utter confusion.
"Think you should tie him up?" Marshall prompted, pointing at the prone guard with his gun.
Both men flinched as Marshall waved the gun around.
"Guess I should put this down?" Marshall suggested calmly, like it was nothing, and carefully bent down to place the gun on the floor.
Ted gestured for Barney to go and see to the guard while he turned towards Marshall.
"Okay," Ted said, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he repeated, trying to steady himself. "Okay." He didn't know where to start. It was all too overwhelming.
"Okay what, man?" Marshall asked him innocently.
"Your eyes, dude!" Ted blurted, because when Marshall looked down at him, his eyes shone in the darkness.
"Yeah, I know!" Marshall said, with a touch of child-like glee. "They're awesome right? I can totally see in the dark!"
"You can?" Ted said, feeling disconnected but impressed, and he high-fived Marshall with a muted slap which made Barney turn around. Yeah, that was weird. It was like, it was hard not to fall back into the patterns of old habits with Marshall. He looked exactly the same as he ever was, except for the eyes. But Ted couldn't forget what he'd seen when Marshall changed. "Oh man!" He said. "You're not gonna rip my head off?" He looked over at the cell doubtfully, remembering the deep scratches on the walls.
"I'm a werewolf," Marshall explained. "I only do that stuff when I'm actually a wolf. The rest of the time I'm just a regular man. It's sort of like a woman's PMS. Only, like, fifty billion times worse!"
Ted could see the shadow of frustration and melancholy in Marshall's eyes and he shook his head. "It's really you?"
Marshall nodded, eager for Ted to believe him.
Barney wandered back over to them, only for Marshall to suddenly envelop both men in a tight hug. "Oh god, it's good to see you," the big guy said.
Barney managed a chuckle. "Dude, are you crying?"
"M'not," Marshall said, but he held them both in a locked embrace for long minutes.
Eventually, when Marshall let them go, he was smiling, his golden eyes a little moist around the edges. "So what's been happening you guys - you have to tell me everything. What're you doing here?"
Ted shook his head, his face fixing in a rictus grin.
"What?" Marshall said, shrugging with a half laugh.
"Don't know how to say this," Barney swallowed. "But you gotta know I guess. Marshall, we're here to rescue Lily."
*--*--*
Part Four
Good and evil, they seemed such old-fashioned terms. What, really, is good? What is evil? Someone had to have the power in this lawless place. Someone had to pull everyone together. So, it turned out to be him, and his years of experience dealing with jerks of all ages, creeds and social statuses had put him in the perfect position to hone his leadership skills in an army of real monsters.
Really, wasn't that good?
The side effect of his power was that many had called him evil. Well, mainly that was the women, at least those women that for some reason felt the need to resist him. Sure, about 80% of the women in his domain would climb over one another to be with him. He couldn't fall over in Queens without his dick landing in some willing young mouth.
The rest of them, the other 20%, well he kind of enjoyed watching the tortured twist of their expressions when they tried to talk to him. He enjoyed watching them shift and rub their thighs together to appease the desperate itch he knew was there, He loved watching them get wet for him, even though it made them hate themselves.
Was that evil?
Sluts and prudes, they were both the same really. He knew enough about the anatomy of women by now to know that they could all please him equally, no matter what they looked like on the outside. Although, it was nice to have a pretty face to look at when you fucked them.
Robin, now she was one of the prettier sluts. The first moment he'd set eyes on her again after she'd Changed, he'd been willing to go easy on her, but she'd thrown herself at him, she'd clung to him. Even now, no matter what he did to her, she still followed him around.
So was it evil, that he'd gotten himself a hot vampire pinned against the wall, her face pressed against the filthy surface? He knew she loved it when he pinned her hands above her head as he sucked on the back of her neck. Robin's teeth were her weapon, so he was very careful, but grinding herself back against him like a bitch on heat, he knew that she probably wasn't a danger to him.
His fingers tangled in her hair and he wrenched her head back until he heard her yelp, then he tore at the dress she was wearing with one, smooth, ripping motion. Only then did he move inside her, pistoning into her until her body was actually pushed a couple of inches up the wall.
He allowed himself to come quickly.
Then he kept right on fucking her, because what was the point in being mutated into a sex god if you didn't get your money's worth?
After a few hours, he left her curled up on the floor at his feet, sleeping peacefully. Sure, the Robin Scherbatsky he knew of old could be feisty, but after a couple of months with him, she was now well trained.
He found his mind wandering to another friend of his, from his old life. Lily Aldrin should have been moved by now and he knew, without a shadow of a doubt, that this time she'd give herself to him.
There was no guilt in him, no twinge of conscience at all when he thought about how he'd break her. No, Lily Aldrin would be his bitch soon enough. And he was really going to enjoy this one.
Certainty, firm purpose and absolute power was all good, he thought. And in the end, history would be written by the winners.
*--*--*
Marshall fired the gun.
Ted was pretty sure at that moment that he was going to die. He felt no pain, but he heard a sort-of out-of-body yelp and he knew it must be him. However, a moment later he looked around and saw the mutant guard from earlier stumble backwards and crumple to the floor.
"It's me, guys," Marshall said, gruffly. "I'm not a monster. At least, not until the next full moon."
Both Barney and Ted stared at him dumbly. It was Marshall, really Marshall. They're best friend and someone they hadn't seen in months. Ted's mouth just opened and closed in utter confusion.
"Think you should tie him up?" Marshall prompted, pointing at the prone guard with his gun.
Both men flinched as Marshall waved the gun around.
"Guess I should put this down?" Marshall suggested calmly, like it was nothing, and carefully bent down to place the gun on the floor.
Ted gestured for Barney to go and see to the guard while he turned towards Marshall.
"Okay," Ted said, taking a deep breath. "Okay," he repeated, trying to steady himself. "Okay." He didn't know where to start. It was all too overwhelming.
"Okay what, man?" Marshall asked him innocently.
"Your eyes, dude!" Ted blurted, because when Marshall looked down at him, his eyes shone in the darkness.
"Yeah, I know!" Marshall said, with a touch of child-like glee. "They're awesome right? I can totally see in the dark!"
"You can?" Ted said, feeling disconnected but impressed, and he high-fived Marshall with a muted slap which made Barney turn around. Yeah, that was weird. It was like, it was hard not to fall back into the patterns of old habits with Marshall. He looked exactly the same as he ever was, except for the eyes. But Ted couldn't forget what he'd seen when Marshall changed. "Oh man!" He said. "You're not gonna rip my head off?" He looked over at the cell doubtfully, remembering the deep scratches on the walls.
"I'm a werewolf," Marshall explained. "I only do that stuff when I'm actually a wolf. The rest of the time I'm just a regular man. It's sort of like a woman's PMS. Only, like, fifty billion times worse!"
Ted could see the shadow of frustration and melancholy in Marshall's eyes and he shook his head. "It's really you?"
Marshall nodded, eager for Ted to believe him.
Barney wandered back over to them, only for Marshall to suddenly envelop both men in a tight hug. "Oh god, it's good to see you," the big guy said.
Barney managed a chuckle. "Dude, are you crying?"
"M'not," Marshall said, but he held them both in a locked embrace for long minutes.
Eventually, when Marshall let them go, he was smiling, his golden eyes a little moist around the edges. "So what's been happening you guys - you have to tell me everything. What're you doing here?"
Ted shook his head, his face fixing in a rictus grin.
"What?" Marshall said, shrugging with a half laugh.
"Don't know how to say this," Barney swallowed. "But you gotta know I guess. Marshall, we're here to rescue Lily."
*--*--*
Part Four