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“Don’t fucking touch her!”
Mark smashed through the back patio door, the glass shattering like it was made of thin ice. He didn’t have a moment to regret at destroying and dirtying his mother’s house. He snarled as he slammed into the imposter, wrapping his arms around him and flying them through the front of the house.
The other intruder was unprepared for the assault. He was too busy gloating about what he was going to do to his defenseless mother. Mark didn’t even want to imagine what the fucker was planning. He spared his mother one glance, his heart in his throat at the terror on her face as he flew past.
Then he heard him yell, “What the fuck, dude!?” The imposter managed to grab his shoulders and wrenched him off, flinging him away into empty air. Mark quickly regained his balance and stopped the momentum, whirling around to face the other. The imposter stabbed a finger at him and accused, “You’re supposed to be in France, man!”
The imposter he faced wore a suit much like the other of this dimension. They could have been twins; except the one before him only had goggles to cover his eyes and his hair was an unkempt mane. Even if Mark couldn’t see those eyes glaring at him, his bared teeth made it all to clear that the imposter was enraged at having been interrupted in his fun.
“Don’t touch her,” Mark said slowly, moving himself to hover between the imposter and his home. He could still feel his mother’s fear behind him, feel her tremble and grip the kitchen knife despite them all knowing that it was worthless in a fight against them. “Just… go.”
“Awww, not even going to add in a ‘please?’” the other mocked, even pouting a little. He reminded Mark of a petulant child who was about to tear off the legs of a helpless insect.
“If you don’t go, I’ll make you.”
“I’ll love to see you tr-”
Mark didn’t give him the chance to finish his taunt. He rushed forward, pulling back a fist to end the fight before they could damage the house further and put his mother at risk. The intruder had anticipated the attack but like a prey pretending to be a predator, he expected it to come from the threat he could see. Mark slipped past the imposter and slammed his fist into the back of the monster’s head. The skull caved in as if the other’s head was made of eggshell, and like eggs, the yolk spilled out and dirtied his arm.
“I told all of you to leave her for me,” Mark reminded the dead imposter impaled on his arm. With a flick of his wrist, the body slipped off and began to free fall. Before the other even crumpled to the ground, Mark was flying back into the house, his heart hammering. How could he be so stupid!? There could have been others. If the two of them had disobeyed Angstrom’s orders, who’s to say someone else didn’t? He had left his mother alone, helpless, as he dealt with the imposter.
His fear was proven baseless. His mother was in the same position, holding the same knife, wearing the same scared expression. His heart sank at the look on her face. Didn’t she recognize him? “Mom?” he called, the word heavy on his tongue.
The fear and vulnerability convinced in his voice her, just like he knew it would. The arm that held the knife faltered and fell. He flew to her and pulled her into his arms, burying his face into the crook of her shoulder. He held her as she shook, the knife clattering to the ground as she clung to him, sobbing hard into him.
“M-Mark!” his mother cried. “He-he told me how he killed his mother, how he was going to kill me. He said it in your voice, with your face. I-I thought he was you.”
Mark rubbed her back comfortingly with the arm not covered with gore. He held that arm out, he didn’t want to dirty his mother with that imposter’s blood. “It’s okay. He wasn’t me. I’m here, I’m here, Mom.”
Debbie clung to him, her fingernails digging into his costume. She struggled to regain her composure and knew she was failing miserably. Mark could only hug her tighter, not entirely sure how to comfort her. That was something she was always good at. Whenever he faltered in his dream of becoming a superhero, to be the man his father wasn’t, his mother was there to remind him and support him. She always made him feel safe. He had to keep her safe now.
“Mom, we-we have to go,” Mark murmured as gently as he could.
Her grip on him tightened for several seconds before she nodded. Her arms slid from his shoulders and Mark took a shaky breath at the loss. He saw the moment she realized who he was. Debbie had taken a step back away from the embrace and there was a moment of confusion as she truly looked at him. Mark didn’t try to dissuade her that she wasn’t seeing the truth. He only wished he had taken the time to tear off the top half of his costume. Although … that might have had made it more obvious.
“You-you’re not my son.” She took another step back, getting closer to the broken glass. She was wearing shoes but Mark didn’t like the look of some of the larger shards. One could easily slide through the thin soles and into her delicate feet.
“Mom, please, calm down. You’re safe,” he held up his hands, showing she didn’t need to be scared of him. “I’m here, Mom,” his voice trembled.
“I’m not your mother,” Debbie said, shaking her head to deny him.
Mark swallowed past the lump in his throat. It was the truth. Technically. It hurt though, it hurt so fucking much to be told he would never see his true mother again. Still, he couldn’t let his pain distract him from his purpose. “I-I’m not the Mark Grayson from this world,” he admitted. “I’m from another dimension. I came with the other variants but-”
His mother didn’t let him finish. She must have seen the news, or maybe the imposter told her. Either way, she turned heel and tried to bolt out of the broken patio window. Mark was faster, so much faster. He grabbed her and tugged her back to him, hovering above the floor to keep her from stepping on the glass shards. Debbie tried to wiggle out of his grasp, tried to punch the arms around her waist, but Mark paid no heed. She couldn’t hurt him; she was just scared. He drifted them to the safety of the living room and allowed them to touch the floor again.
“Mom, please listen to me!” Mark pleaded. His mother struggled more now that her feet was on the ground again. She kicked at his shins and stomped on his toes. He winced at the action and knelt down, pulling his mother down with him. “I didn’t destroy any cities or hurt anyone or anything! I came here the moment I could. I need to protect you.” Mark’s grip on her tightened momentarily. “The other Marks, they’re sick, Mom. If they capture you-” he trailed off, unable to say what they would do to his mother.
She must have heard the fear in his voice, she stopped struggling and went limp in his arms. Mark nearly smiled, thinking she understood, until he noticed her head was tilted to the side. He followed her line of sight and realized she was looking at the television. Whatever show that had been playing was interrupted by breaking news. The variants were well into phase one now. Each location that the news broadcast flicked through showed much the same. More destruction, more death.
“They don’t care about anyone here,” Mark whispered, rubbing his hand up and down her arm. “They’re all bloodthirsty, they’ll destroy everything.” His arms moved to wrap around her stomach as he rested his chin on her shoulder, hugging her. “I need to protect you. I can’t lose you again.”
His mother stayed still in his arms for a long time, still watching the imposters with her son’s face wreak havoc upon the world. Heros began to appear on the screen too, but many of them were quickly massacred before the imposters resumed their rampage. Eventually, she turned her head to look back at Mark. He could see her thinking hard; her eyebrows were furrowed and her eyes blank.
She nodded once. His heart leapt in his chest. She trusted him! Mark rose to his feet and then the air, an arm under her knees and the other across her back, holding her close to him. Her arms wrapped around his shoulders as Mark flew out of the ruined house. She must have seen the body because Debbie gasped and quickly hid her face against the crook of Mark’s neck.
The two were silent during the flight. Mark was constantly scanning the skies for any hint of another imposter. He wasn’t sure what was going through his mother’s head. Is she scared of me after seeing what I did to that imposter? She should know it was the only way to keep her safe.
Soon, Mark saw his destination in the distance. One of the Mauler Twins’ hideouts located on the docks, far away from any major cities. He had been careful when listening to Angstrom’s plans and the idle chatter from the imposters. The area wasn’t populated enough to be one of the cities chosen for the massacre, and the imposters didn’t hold any significance to this particular hideout. Some may have gotten their first taste of blood here, one or two lost a friend, but nothing that suggested one of them would visit the building.
The two entered the abandoned building and Mark knew immediately he chosen well. Despite the crumbling appearance from the outside, the twins had fixed up the inside nicely. Debbie might not be entirely comfortable, but she would have all her necessities met.
Mark landed and Debbie quickly left his arms, wrapping her arms around herself and looking away from him. Her apparent indifference stung but it allowed Mark to truly look at her for the first time that night. His breath caught in his throat as Debbie turned her head to look at him, a guarded expression on her face.
“Sorry,” Mark murmured, turning his head slightly so his staring wasn’t so obvious. “It just… you look just like my mom.”
There was a flash of sympathy on Debbie’s face before she looked indifferent again, her eyebrows furrowed. “What happened to her?”
Mark cleared his throat, his eyes stinging as he remembered his mother. “In my world, Nolan rejoined the Viltrumites after he left earth. He led them here and he-he killed Mom.” His hands clenched into fists, his nails digging into his palms through his costume. “He told me it was to teach me a lesson. He said I was too sentimental, that Mom corrupted me.”
Understanding replaced the indifference in Debbie. She came to him and pulled him into a hug. At first Mark stiffened at the sudden touch, but then he was hugging her back. He took a deep breath, fighting back the tears that threatened to spill out. He needed to be strong for his mother.
“I am so sorry, Mark,” Debbie breathed, rubbing his back. He shuddered in her arms as a sob slipped out. She only hugged him the tighter and another sob filled the room. He couldn’t seem to stop the tears now that she was holding him. It had been so long, he had nearly forgotten the way she rubbed his back slowly, her hand following his spine, her fingers digging in ever so slightly to provide that pressure that let him know she was here.
Gradually, the sobs ebbed away as Mark calmed from the outburst. Debbie continued to rub his back and Mark took it as a good sign. “I killed him,” he admitted, his voice hoarse. “When he-he did that to Mom, I lost control. I was so angry and hurt and I just- I needed to make him pay for what he did to you. The other Viltrumites tried to stop me and I killed them too. Its why Angstrom recruited me, even though I’m not evil like the others. He needs me to keep them in line. I’m stronger than them and they know it.”
“That’s why you should be out there, Mark,” Debbie said carefully. “You should help the heroes and-and my Mark.”
Mark stiffened at the mention of this dimension’s Mark Grayson. She didn’t understand. He pulled out of the hug and looked down at her. She needed to know all of it, he won’t lie to her. Not even by omission. “Mom, I made a deal with Angstrom. If I stop any mutiny, I get to take you back home.”
Debbie’s eyes widened. Mark could tell she was starting to regret coming to the hideout. He didn’t like that at all. She should be happy to come home. “Don’t worry,” he reassured, keeping his voice light. “My world’s safe, we don’t have to worry about a Viltrumite invasion and the villains that do exist are quickly dealt with. Hell, I even buried the hatchet with the GDA. Donald trusts me. When I take you home, we-“ he stopped abruptly. He almost slipped up but it was hard. Mom was back. She was right here. He had missed her so much.
“Swee-Mark, I live here with my Mark.”
He did his best to ignore how his stomach plummeted at how Debbie changed the term of endearment to his name. He shook his head and gestured to the outside world. “And where is he now? He didn’t take you to a safe place, I did. He didn’t stop that maniac from killing you, I did! If I hadn’t shown up, you-” his throat closed. Mark was back in his own dimension, his father sneering down at him as he held up his mother’s severed head. The GDA never found her body, he could only bury her head. “I just want you safe and happy again. Like before.”
Mark reached out and cupped Debbie’s cheek. Too late did he realize that it was with the arm that had killed the imposter. The blood had dried and flaked off on his mother’s cheek. Debbie froze at the touch but that’s okay. Mark could make her understand.
He removed his hand and grabbed his mask. Before he could chicken out, he pulled it off.
Debbie gasped in horror and rushed to him, her hands finding his face and cupping his cheeks, turning his head this way and that to get a better look at him. Mark’s heart leapt with joy and his eyes fluttered shut, relishing the way his mother instantly worried over him.
“What happened? Who did this to you?” Debbie’s question tumbled out as she took in the jagged scar that ran from his left temple, diagonally across his face and over the bridge of his nose and ended underneath his right ear. Despite it being fully healed, it was still red and ugly.
“Dad,” Mark whispered. The fingers on his face jumped at the revelation. “He slashed my face with his hand when I charged him but he misjudged my speed. If I had been a little faster, he would have taken off half my head.” Mark caught one wrist and held Debbie’s hand to his cheek. “Donald offered to fix it but I wanted to keep it as a reminder that I failed you. I won’t fail you again.” He let go of Debbie’s wrist and the hand stayed. He wrapped his arms around her waist, keeping her close. He stared down at her, seeing the love and worry in his mother’s face.
“I can’t lose you again,” Mark whispered. He leaned down and pressed his lips against his mother’s. Debbie gasped and he slipped his tongue into her mouth. She tasted just like he remembered, minty from the tik taks she popped into her mouth occasionally. Her lips were just as soft and warm. Mark groaned as he kissed her deeper. The hands on his face slid down to her shoulders and he felt the pressure of her trying to push him away.
Mark reminded himself that her reaction to the kiss was understandable, he didn’t ask permission first. He should have, but it was so great seeing her again. It was as if he had woken from a daze that lasted years. His life finally had meaning again.
Debbie slapped his shoulder when he didn’t immediately stop kissing her. Mark pulled away, throwing back his head and laughing. “God, I missed you,” he breathed, looking down to see Debbie staring wide eyed at him, a hand covering her mouth. “Hey, hey, don’t do that,” he said soothingly. He gently but firmly grasped her wrist and removed her hand. He entwined their fingers and leaned down. He stopped an inch from her lips, his eyes flicking up to meet hers. “Can I, Mom?” he asked.
Debbie shook her head and he immediately pulled away. She didn’t want him to kiss her again. Why? What was so different from him and this other Mark? He studied her, reading the confusion and hint of fear on her face.
“Oh,” he breathed. “I get it now. You didn’t come to me after Dad betrayed us, didn’t you?”
“What are you talking about?” Debbie asked.
“You saw Dad in me,” Mark explained patiently. Her question confirmed his suspicions and everything made sense now. “But only the good parts. We were drinking one night and…” he trailed off, blushing deeply. It was one of his fondest memories.
Instead of understanding and joy, Debbie looked horrified. “Oh god, I’m so sorry.”
Mark shook his head, laughing again. “No no no, don’t be sorry! I love you, Mom!” He shrugged and rubbed the back of his neck. “I mean, yeah, it was a little weird at first but when you snuck into my bed, I knew you truly loved me, not that you saw me as a replacement for him.”
Debbie only appeared more mortified. “I-I would never!”
“Liar,” he said, amused at her protest. “You did and would have with the other Mark.” He leaned closer and whispered into Debbie’s ear, smiling at the familiar smell of the flowery shampoo. “Do you remember that night? You were drinking a bit too much and fell asleep at the table. I woke you up and made you dinner. You asked if I wanted to drink with you. I-I wanted to keep an eye on you so I said yes.” Mark hugged Debbie again, relieved when she didn’t push him away. She’s remembering the night, trying to find the point our relationship changed.
“One glass became two and then three and then you told me how much I looked like Dad and you-”
Debbie let out a squeak when she felt something stiff against her hip. “Ma-Mark I didn’t, that wasn’t me!” She tried to push him away but he held on, brushing his nose against her neck as he nuzzled her, just the way Nolan used to when they were alone. “Please, sweetie let me go. You’re scaring me.”
Mark’s eyes snapped open. He had closed them as he hugged his mother, reliving their first moment. But Debbie’s voice caused his blood to run cold. “Fuck! I-I didn’t mean to-” He loosened his grip and Debbie immediately stumbled away, lost her balance and fell onto her knees. She looked up at him and noticed the clear tent in front of his hips. She hastily moved away.
“So that’s the difference,” Mark murmured, watching her scramble away deeper into the room and followed her. “That night never happened in this dimension. You didn’t-”
“I wouldn’t,” Debbie snapped.
“Liar,” Mark said, frowning. “You don’t have to lie to me, Mom. You don’t have to pretend that you don’t love me like you do.”
“You’re my son! Whatever your mother did to you I’m sorry and I wish it didn’t happen but I could never do that to you.”
Mark was starting to get frustrated. It was one thing for her not to remember, but to outright deny all of it. Debbie was just being cruel now. “You’re lying, I know you’re lying. Just admit it. Admit that you love me.” They were in the middle of the room now, right next to the old cloning equipment.
Debbie was still shaking her head, which only fueled Mark’s frustration. “I do love you but not the way she did. What she did was wrong, Mark.”
“No,” Mark said, his voice tight. “It wasn’t wrong. She loved me. She wanted to show that she wasn’t scared of me.” Debbie winced and Mark was quick to pounce on the opportunity to slip beneath her walls. “Does your Mark think you’re afraid of him? Did you ever told him you aren’t?”
“I don’t need to,” Debbie argued, lifting her chin defiantly. “Mark knows that I’m not afraid of him.”
Mark was silent for a while, still frowning. “Are you sure?” he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. He took a step forward and this time Debbie didn’t shy away, too taken aback by his question. Or maybe she didn’t know the answer. “Does your Mark ever doubt your love? I did. When you wouldn’t let me hug you after you broke the cabinet. You were crying with broken wine glasses around you. I tried to hug you, but you stopped me.”
Debbie must have remembered the moment too. Her eyes glistened with tears as she turned her head away. “I didn’t know.”
“Yes, you did,” Mark murmured. Debbie winced again and a tear slid down her right cheek. “You must have known how much he needed you. He lost his own father; he was nearly killed by him. He saw the moments you looked at him when you thought I wasn’t paying attention. I saw the fear, the worry. You were afraid I was going to be like him.”
“That’s not true,” Debbie argued weakly. “I’m not afraid of you. I don’t think you’re Nolan.”
“Prove it,” Mark said, taking that last step. His hands reached up and cupped Debbie’s breasts, kneading and groping. He covered her mouth with his own, pushing his tongue back into her mouth. He swallowed the shocked gasp, backing his mother up until her back hit the edge of the gurney. Mark broke the kiss, his hands gripping the blouse and tearing it open with one sharp tug.
“Mark!” Debbie tried to cover her chest with her arms, rearing back and falling onto the gurney with a yelp.
Mark smiled reassuringly down at her. “It’s okay, Mom. I’m here.” His feet lifted from the ground and he hovered over her. He took her arms and gently moved them away from her chest, his eyes taking in the black bra hiding her breasts. “Come on, Mom. You’ve let me do this with you before. Whenever I doubted myself, you reminded me why I’m fighting so hard.” He let go of her arms and smiled when she didn’t cover herself again.
With a practiced hand, he found the clasp and snapped it open, his eyes becoming gentle. He brushed away one cup and revealed her right breast. “You used to scold me whenever I snuck into your bed.” His hand covered the breast, the nipple peeking out between his fingers. “But you don’t kick me out. We both sleep better together. And…” Mark slowly allowed himself to sink down, laying half on top of his mother and half on the gurney, “it feels good, for both of us.”
Mark lowered his head, his hand moving down to squeeze the breast. His tongue slipped out of his mouth and traced the areola. The corners of his lips lifted as the nipple began to stiffen. Her body knew him, he knew it would. He flicked the tip of his tongue against the hard nub, his mother’s body jolting underneath him. Mark circled the nipple twice before taking it into his mouth, sucking as his other hand went to play with the other breast.
He could feel himself melt against his mother, all the tension seeping out of him as he sucked. Mark nuzzled against the breast, her scent engulfing him, the body wash she favored. “Mom,” he murmured, the hand not groping her breast sliding down her body. The muscles of Debbie’s stomach jumping under his touch. Mark smirked against her breast as his fingers found her belt and pulled it loose. He slipped his hand inside her pants and underwear.
“I knew you were Mom,” Mark said, unable to keep the relief out of his voice. He pulled his hand out of Debbie’s pants and spread his fingers, showing her the strands of slick between the digits.
Debbie didn’t respond but Mark wasn’t deterred. He knew how timid she could get when they didn’t spend quality time together in a while. “I missed you,” he whispered, grabbing her pants and tugging them down her legs. “I missed you so much.” His hands glide back up her legs, opening them for him.
Mark kissed down his mother’s body, each time lingering. When he reached her sex, Mark couldn’t hold himself back anymore. His tongue explored her pussy, lapping up the slick that had already spilled out of her entrance. He moaned at the taste, pulling Debbie more firmly against his mouth.
“M-Mark, don’t-don’t lick there,” Debbie whined. She tried to squirm away from him but with a lap of his tongue, her hips bucked up into his mouth, betraying her desire. “Please, you shouldn’t Mark!”
The way Mark’s name tumbled out of her mouth as a moan made his cock pulse, precum dribbled out to stain the inside of his costume. He easily ignored his body’s needs in preference to his mother’s. He circled her clit rapidly, keeping his tongue rigid and then abruptly giving the hard bundle a lazy lap. Debbie’s thighs quivered around his head as he brought her wave after wave of pleasure.
“You want me here,” he panted, spreading her lower lips with his thumbs. “You’re soaked, Mom.” He dragged his tongue over her entrance before pushing it in, the walls of her pussy fluttering against the muscle as he wiggled it.
Debbie’s back arched off the gurney, one hand clasping the edge as another covered her mouth, muffling the moans that kept slipping past her lips. Mark knew her body far too well, knew every little thing that made her moan and brought her closer and closer to her peak. Her hips couldn’t stop grinding intently against his mouth.
Mark pulled out his tongue to refocus on her clit. He took it into his mouth and sucked it carefully, his hands grasping his mother’s hips to keep her from bucking too wildly.
Debbie’s body went rigid. The hand that gripped the gurney flew to Mark’s hair. For a second, he worried that she meant to tug him away, but then a moment later she was pulling him into her, keeping his tongue and lips against her as she rode out her orgasm. Mark was more than happy to allow her to use him like this. He echoed her moan and lapped her clit eagerly.
It felt like an eternity until Debbie relaxed and let go of her son’s hair. Mark pushed himself up to look down at his mother.
She was sprawled across the gurney, panting and trembling slightly. Her skin glistened with her sweat and her hair had come out of her bun to frame her face. Mark smiled at the sight, he loved brushing her hair when they bathed together, the locks were so silky and thick and the way Debbie murmured in delight and leaned against him made his heart swell. One of her arms was thrown over her face, shielding her eyes from him.
“Mom?”
Debbie made a noise of acknowledgement. She lifted the arm to look at him. Her eyes were dazed but still filled with the same warmth he cherished.
“I need you, Mom,” Mark said, his hand already going to the zipper of his costume. He paused as his fingers brushed against the tiny tag, but his mother didn’t stop him. He grasped the zipper and tugged it down. Mark took off the costume and his boxers, leaving him as naked as his mother. He settled in between Debbie’s legs, smiling when he found them still open for him. “Mom,” he sighed happily as he guided his cock to her sex, sliding the tip up and down her slit, gathering her slick. “Can I, Mom? Please?” he asked, remembering his manners. His mother always loved hearing him ask for it.
Debbie groaned as she felt him prod at her sex. “Mark-”
She was looking at his face, her eyes tracing his scar. Mark wondered if she was convincing herself that he wasn’t her son. He was. He can prove it. “Mom,” he prompted softly.
Debbie’s eyes moved from his scar to his own eyes. They had the same eyes, the most obvious link between him and his mother. He may have his father’s powers, his blood, but his eyes belonged to Debbie.
“Mark,” Debbie repeated, her voice now steady. “I-If you need this, I won’t stop you.”
He couldn’t deny that her answer hurt him a little. Still, she wasn’t rejecting him. And it would be their first time in this dimension. He acted much the same way his first time with his mother. He didn’t reject her outright, simply allowed her to do what she wanted with him.
Mark guided his head to her entrance, his breath hitching as he felt how wet she was for him. Slowly, he rolled his hips forward and after a heartbeat of resistance, the tip of his cock slipped inside. “Oh god,” Mark moaned, nearly climaxing right there and then. She was so wet and tight, and the little whimper that escaped her mouth almost sent him over his edge.
He set a languid, gentle pace, simply basking in the pleasure of his mother’s body. Each time her walls squeezed around his shaft, he would gasp and his rhythm would falter. He cupped her cheek as he watched her eyes flutter shut, her mouth open and moaning for him. Debbie was watching his face, seeing how good she was making him feel. Mark could see the confusion, pleasure, and the ebbing reluctance on her face. He probably had much the same expression the first time she straddled him on the couch and grind her crotch against his rapidly hardening cock. But that’s okay. She’ll learn to accept his love just as he learned to accept hers.
The sound of their bodies meeting along with Mark’s constant moaning and Debbie’s more quiet gasps of pleasure filled the abandoned building. One of Mark’s hands found Debbie’s and he held her hand, entwining their fingers as he angled his next thrust.
Debbie’s back arched as her fingers instinctively squeezed her son’s. “Mark!” she moaned, her own hips rising to meet Mark’s thrust.
He could tell she was getting close, she was tightening around him, more moans were slipping out of her mouth. Her eyes stayed open, still watching him. It was there that Mark could see her desire for him. Her pupils were dilated, obscuring more of her caramel irises that he loved. Her eyes fluttered shut for an instant each time his cock pressed against her sweet spot.
“Mom,” Mark gasped, tilting his head down to watch his cock plunge inside her again and again, strands of slick connecting them as he pulled back. Her walls clenched around his shaft and Mark’s rhythm faltered, his thighs trembling. “I’m close,” he warned her.
Debbie bit her lower lip as she squeezed Mark’s hand. Her other hand lifted from the gurney and found his hair. She stroked the dark locks, her fingernails lightly scraping his scalp.
The result was instantaneous. Mark fully sheathed himself inside Debbie, grinding against her intently as his cock pulsed inside, shooting rope after rope of cum. “Mom, yes!” Mark cried out, his hips twitching, trying to press closer to Debbie without accidentally hurting her.
Mark collapsed on top of Debbie when he finished, his cock slipping out. He groaned, quickly reaching down and guiding it back inside. Debbie accepted him with a small moan, her hand stroking his hair again. Mark rubbed his cheek against her chest before lifting his head to kiss her.
This time, Debbie’s mouth opened under his and Mark found her responding immediately. The hand in his hair slid down to cup his cheek, her thumb idly tracing his scar. Mark’s heart filled with joy as he whimpered, his tongue retreating back into his mouth and his mother quickly following. Soon it was his mother kissing him, breaking away only to take in a breath before pressing her lips against his. Mark happily allowed the kiss to continue as long as Debbie wanted.
Eventually though, Debbie pulled back for the last time. Mark was about to lean down to continue the kiss when the hand returned to his hair. She pushed down and Mark willingly allowed his head to be guided down her body. She stopped when his mouth was at her breasts. Mark’s eyes flicked up and could see the tiny smile at Debbie’s lips. He gave one nipple a cautious lick and Debbie hummed. He took the nipple into his mouth, the humming growing louder as he sucked. He melted against her as he sucked, occasionally circling the hard nub with his tongue to make Debbie sigh, her back arching to press her breast more firmly against his mouth.
After a few minutes, far too short for Mark’s taste, Debbie tapped twice at the back of his head. “Mark?” He nodded against her chest, his eyes flicking open. “Would you do something for me?”
Mark would do anything for his mother.
“Can you help save this world?” Debbie continued. “This Mark needs your help.”
Mark grumbled, nuzzling deeper into Debbie’s chest. Maybe not anything… But then Debbie stroked his hair again and he melted once more.
“Please, sweetie?” Debbie coaxed. “You said so yourself, you’re the strongest one. If this Mark fails, the rest will come after me, right?” Mark tensed on top of Debbie, his heart already pounding at the idea of the other imposters finding his mother. “That’s why you brought me here, to keep me safe. But I won’t truly be safe until the other Invincibles are gone from this dimension, right?”
Mark had no choice but to concede that Debbie had a point. He lifted himself up to look down at his mother. She looked hopeful and loving and just like he remembered. “I’ll help him,” he said and the smile she gave him washed away any of his misgivings. “After though,” he paused, swallowing his sudden nerves, “we can go home, right?”
He didn’t need to be nervous. Debbie smiled at him. “We can,” she whispered, leaning up to brush her lips against his.
Mark released the breath he didn’t realize he was holding. He gently pulled himself out, Debbie’s soft, “Mark,” reassuring him more than any promise. He hopped off the gurney and gathered his costume and mask. As he dressed, he occasionally snuck glances at Debbie, who had sat up and was watching him, her face blank again.
She’s worried, Mark thought as he pulled on his mask. “I’ll pick off the stragglers and pretend to still be on Angstrom’s side until the time’s right,” he said. He knew his plan was simple but he was going up against imposters. None of them were smart enough to detect his deceit in the beginning, except maybe the one who wore no mask, but he suspected they were kindred spirits. He had noticed the softness in his eyes whenever he mentioned their childhood friend, William. If he happened upon the maskless Mark, he would suggest a team up. He’d protect William and the other could help him protect Debbie.
“I’ll try to check up on you as often as I can,” Mark said. He popped his head out of the building and checked the skies. When they were clear, he left his mother. Within a few minutes of flying in a random direction, he saw clouds of smoke rising in the distance. He grit his teeth and allowed his mind to empty as he flew towards the scene of destruction.
He found three imposters fighting. Two he came with and the other… the other was him. Mark felt a surge of jealousy as this Mark fought valiantly but it was clear he was struggling, even with Atom Eve’s assistance. His throat closed at the sight of her. He still mourned her death just as much as his mother’s.
“No!” Mark snarled as he dashed down. One of the imposters had grabbed her leg and was about to fling her down. It was just like what happened to his Eve and that bitch Anissa. He tackled the imposter, causing him to lose his grip and let go of Eve. The young woman managed to conjure a mattress to soften her landing and she was dazed, but awake.
Mark flung the imposter into a nearby building. He quickly searched for the other Mark and found him and the imposter with the blue veil locked together, each trying to force the other into a prone position. Mark flew up behind the imposter and grabbed his head. He disposed of the other with a quick jerk of his hands, the head suddenly facing him and his body going limp.
“Mom’s safe and I’m here to help,” Mark barked at the other before he could do something stupid like trying to fight him.
“What!?” the other dropped the imposter and got into a defensive stance.
“Get Eve to safety and I’ll take care of the other!” Mark ordered. His hand snapped out and gripped the front of the other’s costume, jerking him close so their goggles were inches apart. “Dad killed Mom and I lost everything. Don’t let Mom die again.” He flung the other away from him.
The other Mark righted himself but didn’t initiate an attack. For two heartbeats he stared at Mark before he nodded once and flew to Eve. He scooped the injured woman into his arms and flew away. Mark sighed in relief. He wasn’t sure the other would believe him.
“You are so dead.”
Mark turned his head to see the imposter had returned. “You look like Dad,” he told him, allowing the familiar rage to engulf him. “I punched a hole through his chest.”
The imposter smiled at that. “I did the same thing … after I ripped Mom’s head off.”
Mark snarled and rushed at the other.