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Tommy is Phil. That is something he's known for approximately 5.2 seconds and he already can't process anything.
The older mans hand is on his knee, fingers tracing soft circles on the fabric there.
"What'd you mean?" Tommy adds a suspicious tone to his voice. "I'm you…?"
Phil nods slowly, keeping his eyes on the boys expression. "Yes, you're a clone made to be a weapon, but I couldn't let that happen and took you."
Tommy stares at him, wide eyed.
Phil gives him a long sigh.
They stay silent for a while, and Tommy grows nervous.
"So," He awkwardly pats the older mans shoulder. "I'm gonna go and, uh, take it all in."
Phil nods, and the boy notices the way his eyes glisten with unshed tears. Tommy pulls himself up and brushes the imaginary dust off of himself.
He heads to the door, only turning back once it's open.
Phil was staring at him as he moved away.
"Well, uh, bye I guess." Tommy gives him one last wave before calmly walking off. As soon as he is out of sight he sprints his way back to his bunker.
There was something among the sadness in Phil's eyes that set him off.
What was that, that glint of…
Lust?
Does Phil like him? Like, romantically or sexually?
Tommy feels himself shiver despite being in a warm area now.
But, he is Phil. Why would he like himself like that? What about his lovers? What would they do?
He's not gonna think about that.
He thinks about it, many times.
The thought of Phil liking him in a way not platonically makes his face flush. Does he like that?
If he's Phil, and Phil likes that, does that mean he does too?
If Phil likes him like that, what would Tech and Wil say? They absolutely adored Tommy's father, and if the man were to do something would they believe their idol or their boyfriend.
He feels controlled, like his life was merely a game. Like Phil has had a constricting grip on him solely by his thoughts, beliefs, and actions.
Does he have a choice, if Phil decides to make a move?
He unconsciously shivers, the phantom feeling of hands crawling up his back. He'd felt controlled with Dream, and he doesnt want that to happen again.
He should go back to Phil, to make sure he's okay.
Does he love Phil romantically? Maybe. He's too young to understand the true implications of it, but does he?
He sighs, swinging his feet back and forth over the tree branch. He's been sitting in this one spot for hours, and he's starting to feel it.
He should go to Phil. At least there he was warm and had food.
The older avian greeted him with a warm smile and a hug, and Tommy melted into it.
"Welcome back Mate, you feel better now?" The concern laced in his voice makes Tommy smile.
"Yeah, I- I'm okay now." He attempts to give his father figure a genuine smile, but he's sure it looks forced.
Phil pat his leg one more time with a smile before standing up. Tommy can still feel his hand even after he left the room.
Tommy sits in silence for ten minutes before Phil's presence returns.
"So," He heard the older avian yelil from the other room. "What do you want for dinner?"
Tommy looks up to see Phil leaning into the room.
"Uh," It takes him a minute to come up with a good meal. "Maybe the pasta you used to make when I was younger?"
The man nods at him, before turning into the kitchen once again.
He finds himself thinking about his lovers as he awaits dinner. Both Wilbur and Techno are protective of him and would do anything for him.
Well, they used to.
Phil had killed Wilbur in front of him because he was going insane and was going to hurt Tommy. Although he was furious about it and was grieving for weeks he understood why Phil did it.
Techno blamed Tommy for Wilburs insanity and ran off to god knows where.
They'd both abandoned him in some way but he still missed him so goddamn much.
Phil slowly walked back into the room, balancing a large pot in his hands.
"Can you help me get the plates?" His fath- The avian asks, quickly dropping the pan onto the table. "Just two, one for both of us."
The boy nods to him, stretching his stiff limbs before heading towards the cabinets.
When he gets back with the plates he finds Phil already sitting in his spot.
"Thanks Mate." Phil smiles at him when he places a plate down. Tommy gives a strained smile back.
He doesn't fail to notice how the others' attention stays on him the whole time, eyes burning holes in his front.
They eat in relative silence until Phil sets down his fork.
"Are you done already?" Tommy finds himself asking.
Phil laughs. "Yep, I'm a fast eater I guess."
The boy laughs with him, taking a sip from his water before finishing his meal.
The older avian helps him clean up before sending him off towards his room.
Hes out before he hits the bed.
He wakes up to rope tying his arms, legs, and neck down. He's too out of it to try and understand the situation.
Except he does understand when pain erupts in his bottom. Panic flares in his mind.
"Wh-" he tries to lift his head to see what or who was violating his body, but the rope around his neck restricts any movements.
There's a laugh, one that is eerily familiar.
"Awww you're awake now?" Phil thrusts four fingers into Tommys hole at a fast pace, and the massive bout of pain he feels proves there was no lube or anything used to make it easier. "You look so pretty like this hun."
Tommy can feel tears slips down his face, and Phil pulls his fingers out.
He lets out a high pitched screech when Phil lines his vock with his hole and bottoms out in one thrust.
Tommy is sure something tore inside, and he desperately wants to get away.
"No!" He screams at Phil as the man gives no consideration to his son- clones comfort. "Phil stop!"
The man laughs again, but its cruel this time.
Tommy cried out in pain as the older avian grabbed his hips in a bruising grip and jackhammered into him at breakneck speed.
It...
It hurts so much, but small sparks of pleasure are flickering over the pain. Fear courses through Tommy's veins, because being possibly drugged and then raped isn't pleasurable.
"No!" He kicks his leg out, successfully hitting Phil in the stomach. "Stop it!"
That only made the man angry. With a growl Phil grabbed Tommy's ankle and twisted with all his might.
The scream he let out this time was loud and left him panting. The pain has multiplied by so much now and he cant find it in himself to fight anymore.
Now that he's stopped fighting, Phil picks up where he left off. His dick went far in Tommys body, and he felt disgusted at the mans loud moans.
Tommy feels nothing when his former father cums inside of him with a loud groan.
"So good hun," Phil runs a hand over the boys slightly bloated stomach. "So, so good."
He wants to throw up.
"Here, let me help you out." The older avian untied him and heaved his limp body into his arms, bridal style. "C'mon, we don't have to do this again unless it doesn't catch, you'll be in bed until then."
His body throbbed the whole time.
Tears streamed down Tommy's face as he sat in the bathroom.
It's been a few weeks since Phil too advantage of him, and the reason he'd done it was to have heirs. A confusing reason, but the older avian is definitely fucked in the head.
Tommys hands shake as he holds the stick close to his chest.
He's pregnant, the test is positive.
He sobs louder, Phil has surely heard him now.
He's pregnant, at sixteen years old.
He drops the test and moves a shaky hand down to his stomach. There's a baby growing down there.
He wants Techno to be here to protect him while Wil comforts him and whispers sweet words in his ear.
He wants this baby to be theirs.
The door beside him is opened and he finds himself being held.
Not by Wilbur, not by his lover, no. It's by Phil, the father of his baby and the man who drugged and raped him after raising him for sixteen years.
Oh god, would this baby be considered an incest baby? Would there be complications that would kill either the baby or him or both of them!
"Shhhh," Phil's pulling him into his embrace, rubbing circles on his back like he would as a child.
He wants to throw up right there.
"Oh Mate, it'll be okay." Tommy can feel the mans smile widening when he sees the test. "We'll raise the baby together, and you'll be happy."
"No, no I don't want this!" Tommy sons, snacking his hand against Phils chest. "I wanna go home! I never wanted this!"
The older avian frowns slightly, tightening his grip on the boys body.
He sobs louder. "Please Phil!"
He's heaved up into the mans arms. "No, you're staying here from now one to keep you both safe."
He finds himself unable to push Phil away.
"I hate you so much ." Tommy hissed to the man across from him.
"Mhm, yep." Whatever book he was reading seemed to be better than listening to Tommy. "That's nice."
The boy is seething with anger, hormones strengthening it.
"I hope you burn in the pits of hell."
"Mhm."
"You're not even fucking listening to me!" Tommy shoots, rage flickering in his gaze.
Phil looks up, uninterested. "Sit."
Tommy lets out a growl. "No! You forced yourself onto me and got me pregnant, the least you can do is pay attention to me!"
The older avian stands abruptly, grabbed Tommys arm and pulls him up as well.
"Phil..?" Panic floods his senses. "Phil what are you doing..?"
The man doesn't answer, pulling him away from the family room and nearer to their room.
Oh no.
"Phil dont-!" The man disregards his begging and pushes him onto the bed. "I'm already pregnant, please don't!"
He wants his old lovers more than ever.
Tommy finds himself sore and bleeding the next morning. His head hurts, and he just feels like shit.
Phil hasn't been seen at all since he woke up, and part of him is glad for it.
And he was glad the bathroom wasn't locked off.
He leaned against the shower, having just puked his guts out. Pregnancy sucks.
He pulls his hand up to his stomach. It's been approximately two months since he became pregnant and his belly only has a small, unnoticeable bump.
He tips his head back with a sigh, but freezes when he notices something against the outer wall.
A window!
There's a window against that wall, one big enough for him to fit through!
He smiles to himself before locking the door quickly and dragging the stool towards the wall.
Yes, he can make it with only slight difficulty. He'd have to jump and pull himself through the window.
Not long later, he finds himself stumbling from the bathroom window and sprinting out through the snow into the cold.
He wants to tell out, to shout his joy to the world. He doesnt though, fearing Phil being able to hear him and finding out.
He sprints through the snow covered field to the woods, uncaring of the cold seeping through his body.
He's free.
It feels good to have the wind on his face and to feel cold again. Phil hadn't let him be cold, and although he likes being warm he missed his old ways.
He slows down. He wanted to escape, but he never know what he would do once he left.
He's too caught up in his thoughts to notice the presence behind him.