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The night sweltered when Dick ran his routine patrol in Blüdhaven. The smog hovered; car engines revved, bustling crowds unwilling to sleep. He smelled the rank of rotting garbage and the fumes of the industrial world, the sky without a single star visible.
Yet, despite that, it was a dull night. Dick came upon a group of criminals badly beaten up, one with a shot through his head. He saw a burglar with a leg wound arrested by the police. Some teen hooligans smashed windows and damaged properties, but they scattered at the sound of a gun firing.
Then, around midnight, as Dick was rounding a corner into one of the most crime-ridden alleyways, Jason was there, leaning against a concrete wall.
“Hey handsome,” the ex-Robin said.
Wearing his Red Hood uniform, Jason had his helmet off to take a quick smoke. The helmet hung loosely in one hand, his smirk lopsided below his red domino mask. The smoke tipped and plumed, turning into a ghost among the crack between the tall buildings making up the alley, dispersing through the smoggy Blüdhaven night.
Dick reached over and took the cigarette from Jason’s hand. Jason let him, his hands flying up quickly in a dramatic shrug, the blur of his helmet rimmed bright red by the streetlight outside. Dick snuffed the cigarette out on the wall.
“What are you doing here, Hood?”
Jason’s pause lasted for a second before a laugh escaped him. Dick’s eyes followed Jason as he walked around him, tilting his hips in that sassy, careless way.
“What, angry that I’m taking over your turf?”
“This isn’t ‘my turf.’ I’m the protector of Blüdhaven, so I have the responsibility to know every suspicious character landing here. What are you planning?”
“Oh, am I suspicious of enjoying a cigarette on a calm night like this now?”
“No, you’re suspicious because you left Gotham. We both know your violent reputation, so what’s up? Does Batman know you’re here?”
Dick pinned Jason with a stern look, brows pinched. His hands were relaxed at his side, not expecting a fight, but he knew he had the reflex to snatch his escrima sticks quickly in case Jason wanted to start something. But Jason didn’t… He acted leisurely, hips tilted, looking upward in thought while scratching his clean-shaven chin.
“Maybe I’m just bored.”
“Or maybe you’re up to something. Did you have anything to do with all the injuries and one death I came across tonight?”
Jason circled back and pretended to dust off some stray lint on Dick’s shoulder. Just a casual touch; the texture of his gloves grating against the Kevlar. Dick felt the pressure of his fingers, increasing slightly as Jason leaned his weight forward.
“Maybe. But what’ll you do about it? Any proof? Tell you what, I’d like to see them, but I’ll warn you that you won’t find a working CCTV camera wherever you’ve found those bodies.”
Dick hadn’t known Jason would be this meticulous in dispatching anything that could leave proofs. He’d never taken out the cameras in Gotham, not because he was careless, but because he did not care to hide that he’d been the one committing those crimes; he’d wanted every criminal—but especially Batman—to see him performing these well-orchestrated dances under an entire city’s surveillance.
Perhaps Jason did not want Bruce to find out what he’d been up to in Dick’s city.
“You have blood on your hands.” Dick did not relent. “There’s at least one death attributed to you tonight.”
Knowing Jason, Dick expected the victim to have had a dark history. Perhaps he was the leader of a trafficking ring; maybe a history of abusing women or children. Jason killed, but only those he deemed despicable and beyond redemption.
“Which means you’re off duty. And the night’s peaceful.” Jason ran a finger down Dick’s chest, right down the middle of the bluebird. “Let’s have some fun.”
Dick grabbed his hand and yanked it out of the way. A smirk formed on his grim, angular lips.
“Are you asking me out on a date?”
“Or maybe I have something more R-rated in mind.”
“Geez, Hood. Buy a guy a drink first.”
At that, Jason leaned in until Dick could feel his hot breath against his cheek, his lips rising to show a playful, flirtatious mockery.
“What’ll you do otherwise? Arrest me, ‘officer?’”
Dick was the one who initiated the kiss. It was a moment of weakness, but he’d had no chance; he’d known from the moment Jason started teasing that he couldn’t win.
Jason’s lips tasted like cigarette smoke and minty gum, the texture chapped, the flesh plump. Jason teased him by playing hide-and-seek with his tongue, shying away from Dick’s advances only to lead him on, opening up shyly so Dick could devour him. Their hands were all over each other—Dick’s ravenous, Jason’s slow and reluctant. The night air smothered them with its heat.
The apartment had fallen to disuse and had dust gathered in every corner. Dick had left it as it was when he’d moved away half a year ago, when he’d used to go undercover as a part of Tevis’s posse, during some of his darkest days as a vigilante. Every room was messy and stuffed with old clothes and newspapers.
Their hands and lips were on each other almost the entire way, stumbling into doors, rolling over the walls. Dick’s hand groped in near blindness for the door handle to let themselves inside the apartment. Jason was too busy to comment on the state of the living room when Dick pushed him onto the sofa.
They would do it here, in the middle of the big open space, surrounded by filth. They unlatched their suits and stripped themselves bare, tossing their gears on the floor to join the rest. Dick licked and bit at Jason’s clean-shaven jaw, breathing down his cheek and neck.
“You came to Blüdhaven to follow a lead. Gang violence, was it?” Dick dug between his couch cushions and found the handcuff among spilled chips and energy bar wrappers. With the single strand unclasped, he held it in front of his face as a way to ask for permission. “The dead man must have a full rap sheet of misdeeds, I’m sure.”
“I’m so touched you think so highly of me.”
Slowly but firmly, Dick pulled Jason’s arms above his head, pinning them there. Then Dick held his chest down with one knee as he slapped the handcuff on Jason’s wrists, threading the chain behind a table leg to cuff his hands above his head.
“Now don’t move. If I hurt you, shake your head and call me ‘sir.’”
“You don’t have what it takes to make me call you that, handsome.”
Dick slapped him across the face.
Not hard enough to bruise, just enough to make his skin tingle and the noise echo. A calculated impact.
“I’ll fuck that smirk off your face.” Then Dick kissed him again and whispered, “Now, what would you like me to do first?”
Jason’s face was hot, his breathing heavy and labored in Dick’s ears. When Dick touched his hands over his successor’s bare, muscular torso, he felt the skin jump. What sounded like a whimper was caught in Jason’s throat.
Dick looked up.
“Jason?”
Jason stared back with misty eyes and dry lips, his face a burning furnace, the color of flower petals. His nipples were erect, and Dick could feel his bulge hardening in his pants. Jason moaned when Dick cupped his hand there.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Jason shook his head.
“No? Is that a no?”
“Don’t you fucking stop.” His words were forceful, but he looked flustered, like a schoolboy trapped in a man’s body. It brought a fresh wave of desire to Dick’s crotch, and he started rutting against Jason’s thigh when Jason said, “I’ll kill you if you stop.”
“You better not, or you’ll be chained up here with no one to get you off.”
Dick smirked, taking pleasure in how Jason’s face burned. Such a violent reaction to the slightest teasing. Until now, Jason had still seemed like this younger sibling wearing his old uniform. But how did time fly? And now he was in bed with him, his body a long, graceful sculpture of muscles, his baby face innocently rousing the way Dick hadn’t thought of before. He’d looked so confident only minutes ago, and yet he acted like a blushing teen.
“Where’s your poise, Hood?” Dick asked, using Jason’s alias instead of his name. It pleased him to feel Jason shudder when he palmed his cock through his pants. “Or do you prefer I call you ‘Robin?’”
Jason’s breathing turned rapid when Dick pulled down his waistband and gave his half-erect cock a few tugs. He leaned down and kissed the head, attentive to how Jason’s voice was caught in his throat, how his body tensed even as he thrust his hip upward for more friction. Dick held a firm hand down on Jason’s chest to show his disapproval before taking his cock in his mouth.
The payout was tremendous. In a mere minute, Jason was a moaning, trembling wreck, rocking his hips, his head tossed back against the armrest of the couch, his hair fanned out on the leather. He pushed against Dick’s palm on his chest, but settled back when he felt Dick resisting him. Dick slurped and flicked his tongue across Jason’s reddened tip, wrapping his lips over his teeth to stroke the shaft. Jason sobbed.
“Oh, oh God… Fuck…”
It took only a little over a minute before he came. His cum came in spurts against Dick’s lips, and Dick cleaned him up with a few loving licks and kisses. He breathed a laugh and gave the still-erect cock a soft, playful slap that made it flop around.
“Is this your first?” Dick asked.
Jason muttered a “Fuck you.” His refusal to answer gave Dick all the answers he needed.
“I should’ve known.” Fingers touched his nipples, twisted, plucked. Jason gave a little sob, his facade of the flirtatious sexpot quickly falling away. Dick laughed and played with those nipples. “You’ve never really had time to experiment, have you?”
“Shut up.”
One hand wringing hard, Dick reached his other to Jason’s cheek and brushed away a strand of hair so he could admire his face. It was cute, really, to see a blushing virgin under all that sass and put-on behavior. Dick gave Jason’s cock a few more strokes; it had barely lost its rigidity. It riled Dick up further.
“Well, since you came too fast, you’d have to make it up by trying harder next time, don’t you?”
“What are you talking—”
Jason’s eyes followed Dick when he bent low to get his escrima stick from the floor, which lay among a pile of uniforms and other clothing. When he returned, he also had a small bottle of lube in his hand, which he squeezed into his palm, dispersing.
“You’ll come more times for me, won’t you?”
Dick’s fingers disappeared between Jason’s legs.
Jason’s inexperience showed in the reluctant gestures in his body language, but it was clear he was excited to experiment as he lifted his hips, making it easier for Dick to finger him. A small whimpering “Fuck” left Jason when Dick searched for his prostate, massaging his rim along the way. Soon, Jason was rocking his hips in slow circles, his head falling back on the armrest as his eyes fluttered shut, eyeballs rolling up. He continued the motion with his hips like a synchronized dance, his muscles covered in sweat.
Dick pushed on Jason’s prostate and heard his successor groan. It was a rewarding action, so Dick focused on attacking that spot, delighted at how it swelled, enjoying Jason’s mewls. Then Dick pulled back, leaving Jason’s hole clenching and yearning.
“Are you going to…” Jason swallowed his spit. His blushing face looked beautifully innocent. “Do it… now?”
It was adorable he couldn’t even make himself say the words “fuck me,” despite how little qualm Jason had about dropping the F-bomb in day-to-day life.
“Not yet.” Dick took his escrima stick and smeared it with lube. Jason followed him with undeniable lust and anticipation in his eyes. Dick finished and stuck the tip to Jason’s lips. “Kiss it.”
Jason did. A hungry kiss landed on the glossy surface of Dick’s weapon. Then it turned into a full-on make-out session, with Jason sticking out his tongue and mouthing at the tip. Dick pulled it away and replaced the stick with his own mouth, kissing Jason while probing between his legs.
He pushed the stick past the rim, jamming the tip against Jason’s prostate almost punishingly. His thumb toyed with the circular voltage controller, which made clicking sounds every time it changed modes. Dick licked the spit off Jason’s chin.
“Ready?”
Jason’s lips pulled down. He was trying to act tough again, but now, naked and underneath Dick, eight years his senior and too seasoned to not see through every shift in his emotions, it was impossible.
Dick smirked. With a thumb on the release button, the strength turned down to the minimum. Zap.
Jason groaned, the defined muscles in his stomach jumping slightly.
“How was that?”
Jason said nothing to catch his breath for a moment. Dick waited.
“M-more.”
Another push on the button, and Jason raised his hips to combat the onslaught of sensations.
“You want it harder?”
Jason nodded.
Dick turned up the controller and zapped him again.
It was rewarding to see Jason falling undone from the electricity; the shock laved through his body until he was shaking. Dick zapped him again; the moan Jason made was mixed with a sob.
“Do you want me to stop?”
Jason shook his head and licked his chapped lips.
“Again. Harder.”
“What sibling would I be if I said no?”
Dick turned up the voltage as high as he dared to go without hurting Jason. He pressed the tip on Jason’s prostate and zapped.
Jason twitched and let out a small “Fuck.” His cock had filled out, now engorged enough that the tip was almost purple, pre-cum leaking. His blush made him look devastated, but there was lust in his misty eyes. It might’ve been his first, but Dick saw a future of insatiable desires. It almost disconcerted Dick to imagine how after tonight Jason might go on to seek more partners to bed, now addicted to the sex. Dick was too possessive to watch that happen.
“I wonder if you can come from just this?” Dick asked, flicking a finger against Jason’s cockhead, prompting a rewarding moan.
Jason bit his lip and hid away his face, groaning.
“Stop that…”
“Stop what?”
“Teasing.”
“Oh?” Dick zapped him again lightly just to see his composure fall apart again. “What else am I supposed to do? It’s not like you gave me instructions, Jay.”
“I—” Jason licked his lips—“I want you to…”
“Yes?”
“To… To…”
Dick started another tiny zap to encourage him, feeling smug when Jason cursed at him.
“To what? You gotta say it, Jay.”
“Do it, Grayson! Do what you came here to—” Then Jason paused and whimpered from overstimulation, his hands straining from their spots above his head until the chains rattled. Dick gave him time. When Jason caught his breath again, he said, “Fuck me, Dick. Fuck me!”
Dick kissed Jason. He was proud of him for saying it. He rolled Jason’s nipple under his thumb as he gently removed the escrima stick, loving the whine Jason made.
“Of course. Anything you say.”
Jason acted way too eager when Dick shifted their positions, so he was kneeling between his legs. He lifted his hips too willingly, his legs hitching up and around Dick’s torso, so his heels dug into Dick’s back. Dick rested his forearm beside Jason’s head, starting a deep kiss as he used his other hand to release his cock and rub the head against Jason’s entrance.
Jason was inviting, more than ready when Dick pushed into him. He wasn’t tight; he was relaxed and perfectly malleable. Tossing his head, Jason moaned, hauling his hips to ease the entry.
Dick shifted again, placing his palms beside Jason’s torso as he moved his hips alone. He smacked against Jason to sink the last few inches inside, relishing in the way Jason’s skin impacted against him, the loud slap they made, and the warmth of Jason’s passage around him.
Then Dick moved back and slammed back in, all the way to the hilt again. Jason’s lips hung open to an expression Dick could only describe as maddening.
Dick started his rhythm, fucking Jason while entrapping him between his arms. He leaned in to kiss Jason again, and Jason kissed back, their hot tongues intertwining in a tango with low, arousing moans and contact between skin.
Dick had always liked this part, seeing his partners fully taken apart underneath him, having given in to his teasing and foreplay, letting themselves be vulnerable in front of him. But there was just something extra important when it was Jason, the family’s black sheep, the boy who’d never had a normal life and yet, who had trusted Dick enough to let him have his first, allowing Dick to lead him even though their relationship had been rocky ever since the first day they’d met. Dick loved the way Jason chased after him with his tongue, his sturdy legs hanging on behind Dick’s waist, rocked upward from every slam. His skin was a sheet of rose, his expression the most devastating mask of pleasure.
Dick’s rhythm was turning uneven. He could feel himself getting closer as he kissed down Jason’s neck, taking his cock in hand, stroking it. Jason had already entrusted so much of himself to him; he wanted this to be not just good, but perfect.
Dick sucked on Jason’s lips, nibbling the bottom lip with his teeth. Then he let go and said, “Ready?”
Jason pressed his lips together to keep himself from moaning. It was beyond words now.
“Okay.” Dick licked the spit off Jason’s chin and gave his cock a few strokes. “Let’s try this.”
The moan could not stay back when Dick started fucking Jason in earnest while pumping his cock.
The sounds his hand made were obscene, but Jason’s whimpers and groans were louder. The room smelled of sex as their bodies connected. Dick sped.
Their journey together ended when they both reached the top. Dick’s mind was blank for a moment as he came into Jason, drove as far as he could, settling in there. He groaned, twitching all over. Vaguely, Dick knew Jason had come into his hand as well, staining Dick’s palm and Jason’s own stomach.
Their final kiss lasted the longest. It was just as long as all the ones they’d shared during sex, but slower. Dick released Jason’s wrists from the cuffs before stroking his flanks. Jason immediately hooked his arms around Dick’s neck to hold him close, kissing him deeply.
Dick did not ask Jason how he liked it. That was for later.
“You’re amazing,” Dick told him, licking a long trail down his jaw and neck. “Such a good boy for me, the Big Bad Red Hood.”
Jason licked him back, though a lot less experienced. He bit and sucked Dick’s jaw.
“I didn’t hate it as much as I thought I would,” Jason said. “This is… okay. You’re fine.”
“And you’ll always be ‘Robin’ to me, little wing.”
Normally, Jason would’ve hit him for that. But with his post-orgasm bliss, he hadn’t felt the need. Dick kissed him again before hauling himself off, pulling his dick out of Jason’s hole, making sure it didn’t leak everywhere.
He picked his brother up from the sofa—not a kid anymore, much bigger and heavier, but he still allowed it like a good boy—and walked both of them to the showers to clean up.