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It’d been a couple hours since Bertile's first real interaction with Green Arrow. He came stumbling with his clothes on slightly wrong and bruises on his face. Upon seeing his new beat up look, his roommates immediately started questioning him.
“Ok and you’re SURE about that?”
The almost shout came from an agitated sand hopper, Cargan, who was about ready to beat a confession from Bertile.
“Yep! Just took a fall when I bumped into a doorway, why are you so hung up on this?”
“Because last I checked doorways don't leave teeth marks- who did you piss off my Stars?” Another voice came from behind him as she was patching him up. That was Poppy, a propane tanker and Golden Eagle’s designated tanker. She was busy inspecting the many markings left by Green Arrow and wiping down the bit of blood from the aforementioned bite mark.
No one in the house had managed to get Bertile to squeal which was a new record given the well cars tendency to yap incessantly. Given the time the 3 other trucks, Tally, Polly, and Nova had decided to head to bed because ‘I don’t care WHO he’s getting hate fucked by so long as it isn’t here.’ After that was said Tally promptly went to their room to sleep and the other 2 followed suit. Living with 5 other people was definitely a chore, especially with 4 of them working under contract with the champion engines of the yard, a lot of gossip and drama gets spread around quick.
“Listen, can we talk about this tomorrow? I’m tired and I have a shift-”
“Yeah need to be wide awake so you can oogle the engines later.” Cargan had gone back to his usual routine of bullying the well car. After some witty banter the 3 finally decided to part ways and head to bed as well.
Bertile aches the next day as he goes off to his shift, it passes by without incident and once again he finds himself once more against the low wall. Waiting.
Arrow spots him and skates over to him.
“Holy shit you really are that desperate are you?” Bertile perks up at the voice having zoned out from waiting.
“Yeah! You asked me to come back so I did!” Bertile doesn't seem to realize that he's being insulted, more so being ecstatic to be back in the presence of Green Arrow again. Arrow stares at him with disbelief. Surely he wasn’t that dedicated- no- that stupid to ignore the blatant red flags he was waving despite his paint job. Arrow skates off to the same shed as yesterday as Bertile follows close behind.
“You ever been tied up?” Arrow asks once they get to the shed, and the door slams shut behind them.
The arrangement goes on like that for weeks, Bertile shows up after his shift, waits for Arrow, they fuck, and Arrow leaves him to figure himself out. But Arrow being a creature of habit, gets too bold.
One day he gets off and waits for Bertile near the fuel trucks shed in between shipping crates. Bertile pulls into the station, uncoupling from Greaseball as he scampers off towards the larger freight yard.
“Oi! Well car!” Greaseball calls before he can get anywhere.
“Yeah?” Bertile looks at her cautiously. Shed fucked him over in the past and he wasn’t too keen on that happening again.
“If you see Arrow tell him Eagles looking for him, cant imagine what for.” and with that Bertile heads towards the freight yard. Walking past the shipping crates he's pulled into an impromptu alleyway. He can feel Arrows' breath on the nape of his neck before he can hear him.
“Hey there pretty boy, not gonna leave me high and dry are ya?” if it weren't for the fact that he was all but being pinned against Arrow he would’ve crumpled to the floor like a sack of bricks. This engine did things to him that no train should be able to do to anyone.
He couldn’t remember details but what he did remember was painful.
Biting, scratching, some hits that landed harder than intended, threats muffled by his synthetic skin in Arrow's teeth, the taste of blood oil and cum mixing in his mouth.
It hurt like hell but fuck if it didn’t feel good to be used like this.
To be wanted.
Sooner or later Bertile pulled himself back from his fucked out state, got dressed and went to leave but as he did,
“Bertile what the actual fuck?”