DC Fic - 'His Desire'
Title: His Desire
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne {implied}
Series: Knightly Temptations
Word Count: 5,027
Rating: NSFW {seriously its not lol =p}
Warnings: DC does not belong to me; neither does Bruce, Tim, Clark or any other characters from Batman or Superman.
A/N: Of all the Robin’s in the Batman series, I’ve always liked Tim the best. If you wiki him you will see that he is the most like Bruce. Insofar that he is very smart and intelligent. He wasn’t gifted like Dick, or enhanced like Damian. He worked his ass off to get the Robin mantle handed to him and because of that I respect him. I haven’t read much DC graphic novels but I did read ‘Identity Crisis’ and the part where Bruce and Tim are rushing to save Tim’s father… that was a powerful scene. So this story is loosely {very loosely} based several years after that.
Okay with all that said and done, I have been just ITCHING to write this. It’s been burning a hole in my notebook for the past three months now. Lol I read a fanfic a while ago with this particular paring and I just had to write my own.
~His Desire~
Wanting someone you couldn’t have or that was taboo is never a good feeling. Tim briefly pondered if Dick ever felt this way once in his life. He also wondered if that was one of the reasons Dick held himself up in Blüdhaven, was it to get away? To forget? Tim was pretty sure the only way to find out was to ask Dick himself, but some how he just couldn’t find the courage to do so. Because if he really honest with himself, Tim didn’t want to know that answer.
Glancing to his left he saw that Bruce had barely moved from his perch on the adjacent roof top. He was still watching the target warehouse below with his night goggles. They heard through the rumor mill about a new crime family trying to come in and take over. They had been at this for three nights now. So far there hadn’t been any proof that this rumor was true, but Bruce wouldn’t be the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’ if he had believe that.
Tim shifted in his new uniform; he felt that it finally reflected his step towards adulthood. He was no longer a child now, he was about to turn eighteen in just few days. However he really wasn’t all that hyped about it, and he didn’t know why really. Sighing softly Tim chalked it up to either nerves or the fact that he had a lot of things on his mind.
“We’re calling it a night.” Bruce deep gravely voice filtered in Tim’s ear piece. He pressed the talk button and replied, “Copy that meet you at the batmobile.” Tim watched Bruce grapple off with his usual grace, then taking a deep breath Tim followed.
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Back at the cave Tim stripped off his uniform and ran his hand through his damp hair. With a side-glance at Bruce, he observed the older man as he filled out some notes and such for the case file.
The cowl had been pushed back, and his face was set in its usual grim concentrating mode. His fingers flew over the keyboard in a speed that boarded superhuman. Bruce if anything was always thorough in everything he did. Biting his lip Tim looked away grabbing his towel from his locker and hurried to the shower. If Bruce wanted to sit at his computer and type the night away that was fine with him. Tim on the other hand longed for the hot water jets and steam. The chill of the cave was nipping at his exposed skin, which was one of the few things Tim just never could get use to; no matter how long he’s been living at Wayne Manor.
Once in the shower room Tim washed the dust, sweat and grime away. As the near boiling jets rained down on him, Tim let his mind begin to stray. They drifted to those forbidden thoughts that been keeping him awake most night, and those taunting erotic taboo dreams he just could not get rid of.
As he watched the water swirl down the drain, Tim closed his eyes inhaled deeply and let himself go.
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He knew the second he was not alone. He felt the other presence join him in the shower; strong broad arms encircled him almost claiming him. Tim smiled but didn’t turn around. Instead he let those strong hands feel his body up; they caressed his hips, then his outer thighs. They moved higher brushing his abs, the further upward to pinch his nipples.
Biting his bottom lip Tim pushed against the broad chest, his buttock coming into deliberate contact with the other man’s massively hard erection. The other man tensed ever so slightly at the touch. Letting out a silent sigh Tim purposely brushed against the head of his desire’s arousal. Those tiny reactions made Tim feel all powerful, because it was ‘his’ body that was the cause of it. While Tim continued to rub on his desire, his own cock stood tall and proud. A hand moved down firmly grasping Tim’s cock, and then ever so slowly moved up and down repeatedly. The water from the shower made wet slurping noises; Tim bit his finger to keep from making a sound. However it was hard… so damn hard to remain silent.
While one hand was busy stroking Tim into calculated madness the other continued to tweak his rose-blushed nipple. Closing his eyes tightly Tim laid his head on the taller man’s shoulder. The torrid jets of water sprayed down on his face and chest, Tim took his finger from his mouth it joined the hand which was still stroking him.
This time Tim let out tiny panting sounds escape his lips. The water, his cock being stroked, and the other cock throbbing at his back it all felt so damn good. His hips began to thrust forward in time with their strokes; the hand on his nipple slid up to his mouth.
Tim swirled his tongue around the digit, sucking the water off and tasting the slight salty flavor. He moaned mutely wishing instead that it was the cock not the finger that was in his mouth. Tim took the hand between his own and sucked it feverously, he imagined whirling his tongue around the head of the cock. He visualized licking up the pre-cum and swallowing as much of the other man’s cock as Tim possibly could.
The thought-image was so intense that it nearly caused Tim to cum right then and there. While he was busy with the finger in his mouth, the hand still fondling his erection picked up its pace. On top of that another lean digit was added to Tim mouth. Greedily he sucked that one as well. He was now thrusting and moaning rather loudly and Tim could have sworn his desire had taken a sharp breath. Biting back a smile Tim coated the fingers with his saliva happily.
A thumb smeared Tim’s dripping pre-cum around his bulbous head. He was 100% sure that the tip of him was flushed in a deep royal purple. Then he was motion to lean against forward as the hand slipped from his mouth, down the side of his waist, before cupping Tim’s tight muscled buttocks. The steamy water was hot on his back and spine, gasping Tim bends over further bracing himself heavily on the shower wall.
He put as much of his bare ass in the air as he could while in the medium sized stall. The fingers fondled his ass cheeks just barely brushing his sacs, the other hand kept increasing its strokes.
Then suddenly Tim felt the fingers move ever so slowly to his tight puckered entrance. Holding his breath Tim waited, his mind was screaming ‘Yes! Yes! Oh God YES!’ those slick digits slid inside Tim without warming. Gasping Tim tried to relax, which was next to impossible for the man’s other hand was blessedly distracting. Biting his swollen bottom lip Tim did manage to get his heart rate down and he loosened up just a bit.
However that lasted only until those fingers inside of Tim began to move. They were in perfect unison with stroking of his cock. It was all too much to take at once; letting out a startled cry Tim balled his fist against the slick tile. He no longer tried to remain silent, his lustful cries and shouts could be heard echoing though out the shower room.
The combination of those skillful magic fingers fucking him, and the fiendishly sensual hand beating him off was just entirely too much. Tim tried to last long he really did, but it was not to be. Abruptly and simultaneously his desire bit down on that sensitive area on his neck, those fingers bit that special spot inside of him, and the hand clenched his cock fiercely.
It was all over in that one blinding moment.
Tim screamed out the name of his forbidden love and came all over the shower.
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The orgasm was so intense that Tim had to muffle his cry with his fist and wash cloth. He came crashing back to reality with his violent release. Leaning heavily on the shower wall suddenly weak, Tim witness the damning evidence and essence of his fantasy go down the drain. He couldn’t move yet his legs still felt like lead.
As he supported himself again the wall, Tim didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. His fantasies where getting more and more frequent, vivid and intense. It was only a matter of time before people notice that he was sporting a perpetual hard on.
Tim had to get a… heh ‘grip’ and soon. He needed to talk to someone but to whom? Alfred? Dick? Babs? or maybe even Clark? One thing he did know was that it would be a cold day in hell before he’d willing talk to Bruce about this. Sighing Tim rinsed off quickly and shut the shower off.
He was truly pathetic…
Tim dried off and threw on some clean sweats and a t-shirt. When he came back into the main part of the cave he saw Bruce still in the same spot as always. Only this time he was going over surveillance footage instead of typing. Tim expelled a puff of air and shook his head; bidding Bruce a goodnight he climbed the long stairs to the manor.
He knew it would be anything but a ‘good night’.
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Morning came not soon enough for the teen as he sat in the spacious kitchenette picking at his breakfast. As appealing as it was Tim just was not hungry and it was a waste too. What little rest he did manage acquire was interrupted by a constant tossing and turning, as well as a stubbornly persistent hard-on. He wouldn’t even begin to think about those dreams.
“Not hungry Master Tim?” Alfred’s kindly voice cut in on Tim’s brooding. The teen gave Alfred a smile then proceeded to take a big bite of his omelets. “Of course I’m hungry!” he replied through a mouthful. The aging butler eyed him with a suspicious glint. He coughed to hide his smile and with out another word took Tim’s plate away despite the teen’s protest.
Grinning Tim shook his head, he should have known nothing ever gets past Alfred. Draining his juice Tim picked up his bag to leave for school. After calling out bye to Alfred, Tim turned to exit the kitchen when Bruce appeared in the doorway.
His guardian regarded him with those glacier blue eyes of his mutely; Tim gulped and wondered if Bruce figured out what he did in the showers last night. {Seriously Bruce is never up this early for anything!} With his hand clenching his strap Tim summoned {what he hoped to be} a bright smile.
“Morn’in Bruce you’re up early. What’s up?” the older man inclined his head down the hall and replied in a guarded tone, “You still have time before you have to leave, join me in the study.”
Then Bruce turned and left, Tim stared dumbly at the retreating back of his guardian.
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“Alfred has informed me that you don’t want a birthday party.” Bruce announced evenly as he poured himself some coffee. Blinking Tim watch Bruce take a long sip then sit on the edge of his desk.
“Um… yeah… that’s not a problem is it? I’m just not really in the mood for a lot of… ‘excess’ this year.” Tim shifted slightly not looking at Bruce directly and tried to appear normal. “No its not but, it made me curious however. Most teenagers your age would want a wild party away from parental eyes to celebrate ‘becoming’ an adult.” The corner of Bruce mouth quirked up at that. “Besides there’s always twenty-one right?”
Tim shrugged and fought back the urge to blush. “Yeah… I suppose… but I just want a quiet dinner with you, Dick if he can make it, and Clark too. Also maybe heh… a night off of patrol?” Bruce smirked and edged off the desk, he stride toward his ward stopping right in front of the teen.
“We’ll see” pausing he reached up and brushed the corner of Tim’s mouth. An expression crossed Bruce’s eyes that Tim could not decipher. “I wonder if I rubbed off on both of you too much.” Bruce whispered so softly that Tim barely heard him. The teen shifted from one foot to the other and coughed nervously. The focused look Bruce was giving him really weirded him out.
“Probably” Tim joked lightly, he frowned as Bruce rubbed his head {that was something he hadn’t done in years!} and told Tim he better get to school or there would be hell to pay if he was late.
Rolling his eyes Tim ran out the study muttering that its his fault in the first place. However on the inside he was all to happy to be out of Bruce’s presence, the longer Tim had stayed the more chances he could have slipped. Calling out bye to Alfred, Tim headed out the door jumped in his car and sped off.
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Three days later…
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class now?” Clark inquired evenly when he had walked in to see the young teen sitting at his desk. Tim grinned mischievously at Clark, leaned back and propped his hands behind his head. “Class got cancelled the teacher was sick” shrugging Tim placed his feet up on Clark’s desk too.
“So let me get this straight, instead of going home you drive three hours to Metropolis to see me?” again there was nothing but patience in Clarks tone. Beaming brightly Tim nodded his head, “Exactly! Give the man a gold star!” the teen clapped dramatically, Clark smiled in spite of it and studied the boy for a moment.
“So this isn’t a social visit am I right to assume then?” Tim nodded again as the smile faded from his face. “I need to talk to someone about a problem a friend of mine is having and well… you seemed to be the best choice.”
Shocked Clark closed his office door and locked it. {He didn’t want Lois barging in like usual} Pulling up his other chair Clark sat down took off his glasses and stated calmly, “You have my undivided attention.”
Tim moved his feet off the desk and scooted closer, clasping his hand he stared at Clarks pen collection “I have this friend and she's having issues of a... erm sexual nature." Tim started off not meeting Clarks gaze.
"You see Marie is inlove with someone much... much older then her. He's near 40 but he's like her mentor/father if you know what I mean." There was another pause as Tim stared at his hands with a sudden interest. "She told me that she's been having vivid fantasies about him. They're occurring so often that she can't be around him for very long. I don't know what to tell her."
Clark observed the teen very closely; he noted all the changes and logged them one by one. Tim had finally lost all the babyfat in his face; he had shot up like a weed too. Standing at six feet, he was slimmer then Bruce or Dick. But the many years of training were definitely paying off on the boy.
Clark smirked inwardly; Bruce had the uncanny ability to adopt children that looked strikingly similar to him.
"Well maybe your friend Marie needs to put some space between her and this 'mentor' of hers." Clark paused long enough for Tim to cast him an uneasy glance.
"This man is not married is he?" Tim shook his dark head no and relief flooded Clark. "No he's a self-confirmed bachelor who treats Marie like she's his own daughter. She says that he can be a bit gruff and rough around the edges but he means well, he also has no clue she's inlove with him."
Stroking his chin Clark fixed the teen with an unwavering stare. "Hmm... I would definitely suggest she put some space between them for a while. Maybe she should start hanging around boys her own age."
Tim grimaced slightly at that; Clark's keen eyes didn't miss that tiny slip. However he kept that to himself, filing it away to be reviewed upon later. "I tried that already... Marie's not interested in 'other boys' she only wants him. She did tell me that she was going to wait until she's older before making her move."
{Teenagers...} Clark mused to himself, "I would still try to persuade her. This girl is much to young for her mentor. She has to understand that Tim. I'm pretty sure that if he did find out her true feelings the mentoring would stop. So she should ask herself this, is this relationship really worth losing?"
A closed expression crossed Tim's face as he studied his hands. The moment stretched into two, then three and Tim still was silent. Finally after about five minutes had past the boy spoke.
"No... Marie wouldn't want to lose that relationship. From the things she's told me her mentor means far too much to her.” Clark sat back and folded his arms across his chest. Studying Tim closely while the boy was still lost in thought, “Well then you… or rather Marie has her answer.”
Sighing Tim smiled at Clark {the reporter noticed that it didn’t quite reach the boys expressive eyes} as he got up from his desk. “Yeah… I guess she does thanks man.” Standing up as well Clark slapped Tim on the back {gently of course he didn’t need a Robin size hole in the wall} and walked the teen to the elevator.
“I hope I was some kind of help,” Clark expressed with a bright smile; Tim returned it and stuck his hands in his pocket. “Yeah you were” and with that he gave Clark a mock salute before stepping onto the elevator. Clark chuckled and made his way back to his office.
He didn’t get very far before Lois pounced on him.
“What did Bruce’s youngest brat want with you Smallville?” Lois tried to look indifferent, but it was clear to him she was just dying to know. Clark smirked down at this beautiful but nosey woman, he shrugged nonchalantly as he answered lightly, “Nothing that would interest you Lois.”
Whistling a merry tune Clark side stepped a gaping Lois Lane and continued back to his office.
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Seven years later…
“H… happy birthday to me…” Tim whispered to himself has he laid in his bed clutching his throbbing cock in his hand. His body was taunt, tense and beads of sweat dotted his exposed skin. It had been such a long time since Tim allowed himself the luxury of something like this. Biting his bottom lip Tim gave into his fantasy and pictured his desire sitting in the chair right across the room.
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With his fingers steeple and those eyes of his focused on Tim intensely, he stroked himself. The very idea of 'him' watching made Tim’s arousal stand tall, and grow a bit harder. As he fisted himself slowly building up the tension that was coiled in the pit of his belly Tim pictured in his mind eye 'his' voice. He felt that cold calculated gaze boring against Tim’s feverous skin.
That low voice gravely voice floated in his ear, saying all that dirty things that 'he' wanted Tim to do to himself. Groaning loudly Tim flipped on his stomach and pushed himself on his knees. He touched himself where that deep voice ordered him too; he slid two fingers into his puckered hole and fucked himself. Gasping loudly Tim struggled to stay in control, the voice had warned him what would happen if he disobeyed. Tim never wanted to disobey 'him' ever again.
‘Go faster…’ the voice demanded. Tim went faster.
‘Fondle you cock…’ the voice ordered. Tim did as directed.
‘Spread your knee farther apart…’ and with out hesitation Tim did it.
{Oh God please touch me!} Tim begged silently to himself, but he knew that would not happen ‘he’ wouldn’t allow it. But still… it was his birthday just maybe for once...
"I..its my birthday...please say my name..." Tim pleaded horsely. His breaths were coming in shallow gasps. The air surrounding him was heated and charged with the scent of his arousal. "Please... just this once" Tim didn't care if it sounded like he was begging this was what he wanted, what he needed.
If 'he' wouldn't touch him then 'he' could atleast say his name. There was an extremely long pause, Tim wondered if 'he' would ever say anything. As the younger man's spirit began to sink, something impossible happened.
A hand that was not his own took over and began fisting Tim's weeping cock.
'Tim...'
{Oh god...}
Another hand eased Tim's fingers out of his buttocks and replaced them with 'his'. Those fingers effortly picked back up the rhythm drive Tim to the brink.
'Tim...'
{Yesss! Please say it again!}
The pressure was building even faster now, his entire body was a mass extra sensitized nerves. Tim's lustful cries fill the bedroom, and echo off the wall. He rocked insnyc of 'his' ministrations, Tim bit his bottom lip until it bled.
'Tim...'
{Yes!}
The fingers inside him slipped out and 'he' slid in. Tim voiced his passion, groaning and moan while 'his' cock continued to fill him. It felt so damn good to have 'him' almost completely stuffed inside Tim's supple body.
Then 'he' began to move, 'he' gave Tim long slow deep thrusts that shook the younger man to the core. One hand braced Tim's hip while the other continued to fist his cock. Tim moaned until he had no longer had a voice, just noiseless cries.
'Tim...'
{Urgh.. Yes!}
'Tim...'
{Fuck... yesss!}
The thrusts grew more violent and deep, 'he' was pounding in that one spot over and over again. Tim shuddered violently any form of control was lost to him.
'Tim...'
{P...please more!}
'Tim...'
{Urgh... y..yess!}
'Tim...'
{Yesss that's it!}
'T..tim...'
{Oh God! f..faster!}
'Uh! TIM...'
{OH! FUCK!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!!}
'Urgh... TIMOTHY!'
{OH FUCK!! BRUCE!!}
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Tim ejaculated long and hard with a mighty lusty cry of BRUCE!! OH GOD BRUCE!!. He didn't subside from his high until several mintues later. His body was a sweaty, sticky mess. His limbs ached all over and his skin felt feverous.
When his breathing became less erratic and labored Tim opened his eyes. He was hot, so very hot, why was he so damn hot? Blinking Tim sat up but he was immediately rendered dizzy.
Strong broad arms caught him before he passed out, and a familar graveled voice spoke softly, "Its okay Tim, I got you..." Tim was barely able to make out a blurry shape of his former guardian Bruce Wayne.
Bruce? What was he doing here? Tim tried to speak but his throat was completely dry and horse. Instead with Bruce's help he laid back on his pillows. He was aware when Bruce reached past him and grabbed a glass. But it made him to dizzy to watch him that closely.
"Here... drink this it will help" Bruce quietly ordered, he guided Tim's shakey hands to the glass. It was blessedly cold, and when it touch his lips sliding down his parched throat, it felt like pure bliss. He gulping it down greedily making some of the water dribble out the corner of his mouth.
When it was all gone Tim felt like he could use his voice properly. "W...what are you doing here?" he questioned Bruce. The older man regarded him with a deep look. It was as if Bruce was choosing his words carefully before replying.
"You needed me" Bruce responded in a husky tone. Tim shivered, whether it was because of the chill or because of Bruce himself Tim didn't know. "W...w..what's wrong with me? Wh.. Why am I so hot?"
There was another long pause from Bruce and again Tim got the feeling his former guardian was choosing his words carefully. "You had a high fever for three days, I've been trying to break it... I think its finally has."
"A..a... fever?" Tim parroted back confused, he didn't remember much of anything. But he guess that would explain his heated skin, and the sweat that drenched him. "Yes, you were burning up so bad I had to take off everything on your bed. I left only the sheets and pillows, the rest was making you worse."
Tim stared at Bruce, who in turn stared right back. Then he took note at his state of dress, or rather the lack of it. Tim was completely nude, the thin sheets where bunched at his ankles and on his stomach evidence of his arousal could be seen. When Tim saw this he paled even more, and just like that it all came back to him.
The fantasy, him fisting himself, and more importantly Tim calling out Bruce's name each time he climaxed.
Bruce had been there.
Bruce had heard him.
Bruce now knew!.
At the devastated look on Tim's face, Bruce tensed up dramaticaly and reached toward the younger man.
"Timothy..." he started off carefully, but he was interupted by Tim's heart broken cry, "You weren't ever suppose to know!!"
"Tim..." The younger man grabbed Bruce by the shoulders and desperately begged him, "Please don't hate me! I was never going to tell you! I swear!! I'm sorry Bruce oh god how I am sorry!"
Bruce Wayne gently took the distaught Tim hands into his and held them firmly in his. He looked deeply into the distressed azure eyes of his formal ward and simply said, "Its okay Timothy... its okay."
"Its... okay?" Tim repeated completely stunned. Bruce nodded and reached up caressing the younger man's cheek. "Yes its okay, at first it came as a shock to me, but... now its okay." Bruce guided Tim's right hand down towards his own erection that had been straining in his pants for the last three days. Tim eyes widen into large pools of azure. His jaw slacked opened and he gawked at Bruce dumbly.
He was too afraid of what this all meant for him.
Bruce Wayne smirked at Tim's dumbfounded expression, he pulled back the elastic band on his track pants and slipped Tim's warm hand inside. Stifling a groan Bruce moved Tim's fevered palm along the massive length of his hard cock. He watched Tim's eyeslashes flutter closed and his pink little tongue run over his bottom lip.
"You like that?" Bruce asked thickly, Tim bobbed his dark head once for yes. His eyes were still closed, however his own cock was just as hard as Bruce was. It also was weeping pre-cum like a river.
"I wanted you for so long Bruce..." Tim confessed tentively after a few minutes. He fisted Bruce thick cock roughly making the older man breath catch. "Please tell me that this is not a dream!"
Bruce groaned softly and leaned forward capturing Tim's full lips for a kiss. He made love to his mouth making sure he pull all that he felt into the kiss. Tim moaned and responed like wise, sucking on Bruces tongue fiendishly when he could.
Finally after several erotic kissing minutes later, Bruce reluctantly pulled back. He eased Tim's heavenly vice like grip off his cock before the younger man made him cum then and there.
"You're still weak... we have to get you strong again..." Grinning Bruce planted a chaste kiss on Tims lips. Moaning Tim tried to make it deeper but Bruce pulled away before he could.
"Bruce..." he beckoned.
"Not for a few days... just to be safe"
Laying against his pillows Tim began to stroke his own cock while eyeing his desire. "Must I wait that long?" he pleaded to him. "Yes you do..." Bruce stated firmly.
"But...ah!" He picked up the pace as he got more aroused, "I...I... need you NOW!" Bruce closed his eyes to the tempting sight before him and exhaled slowly.
"Control yourself!" he barked at Tim darkly, the younger man shuddered groaned and came on the spot.
"I.. I.. Can't... oh fuck BRUCE!!" a hot jet of cum blasted from Tim cock head and covered his hand. He cried out and this body trembled violently, Bruce swore harshly and milked his own erection to a fevered climax seconds after Tim's.
When they both recovered from their high's Bruce got into bed with Tim and gathered him in his arms.
"Just what in the world am I going to do with you?" he mused to himself quietly. With his eyes drooping closed Tim smiled wickedly, "A lot hopfuly... after all it is my birthday..."
~fin
Fandom: DC
Pairings: Tim Drake/Bruce Wayne {implied}
Series: Knightly Temptations
Word Count: 5,027
Rating: NSFW {seriously its not lol =p}
Warnings: DC does not belong to me; neither does Bruce, Tim, Clark or any other characters from Batman or Superman.
A/N: Of all the Robin’s in the Batman series, I’ve always liked Tim the best. If you wiki him you will see that he is the most like Bruce. Insofar that he is very smart and intelligent. He wasn’t gifted like Dick, or enhanced like Damian. He worked his ass off to get the Robin mantle handed to him and because of that I respect him. I haven’t read much DC graphic novels but I did read ‘Identity Crisis’ and the part where Bruce and Tim are rushing to save Tim’s father… that was a powerful scene. So this story is loosely {very loosely} based several years after that.
Okay with all that said and done, I have been just ITCHING to write this. It’s been burning a hole in my notebook for the past three months now. Lol I read a fanfic a while ago with this particular paring and I just had to write my own.
~His Desire~
Wanting someone you couldn’t have or that was taboo is never a good feeling. Tim briefly pondered if Dick ever felt this way once in his life. He also wondered if that was one of the reasons Dick held himself up in Blüdhaven, was it to get away? To forget? Tim was pretty sure the only way to find out was to ask Dick himself, but some how he just couldn’t find the courage to do so. Because if he really honest with himself, Tim didn’t want to know that answer.
Glancing to his left he saw that Bruce had barely moved from his perch on the adjacent roof top. He was still watching the target warehouse below with his night goggles. They heard through the rumor mill about a new crime family trying to come in and take over. They had been at this for three nights now. So far there hadn’t been any proof that this rumor was true, but Bruce wouldn’t be the ‘World’s Greatest Detective’ if he had believe that.
Tim shifted in his new uniform; he felt that it finally reflected his step towards adulthood. He was no longer a child now, he was about to turn eighteen in just few days. However he really wasn’t all that hyped about it, and he didn’t know why really. Sighing softly Tim chalked it up to either nerves or the fact that he had a lot of things on his mind.
“We’re calling it a night.” Bruce deep gravely voice filtered in Tim’s ear piece. He pressed the talk button and replied, “Copy that meet you at the batmobile.” Tim watched Bruce grapple off with his usual grace, then taking a deep breath Tim followed.
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Back at the cave Tim stripped off his uniform and ran his hand through his damp hair. With a side-glance at Bruce, he observed the older man as he filled out some notes and such for the case file.
The cowl had been pushed back, and his face was set in its usual grim concentrating mode. His fingers flew over the keyboard in a speed that boarded superhuman. Bruce if anything was always thorough in everything he did. Biting his lip Tim looked away grabbing his towel from his locker and hurried to the shower. If Bruce wanted to sit at his computer and type the night away that was fine with him. Tim on the other hand longed for the hot water jets and steam. The chill of the cave was nipping at his exposed skin, which was one of the few things Tim just never could get use to; no matter how long he’s been living at Wayne Manor.
Once in the shower room Tim washed the dust, sweat and grime away. As the near boiling jets rained down on him, Tim let his mind begin to stray. They drifted to those forbidden thoughts that been keeping him awake most night, and those taunting erotic taboo dreams he just could not get rid of.
As he watched the water swirl down the drain, Tim closed his eyes inhaled deeply and let himself go.
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He knew the second he was not alone. He felt the other presence join him in the shower; strong broad arms encircled him almost claiming him. Tim smiled but didn’t turn around. Instead he let those strong hands feel his body up; they caressed his hips, then his outer thighs. They moved higher brushing his abs, the further upward to pinch his nipples.
Biting his bottom lip Tim pushed against the broad chest, his buttock coming into deliberate contact with the other man’s massively hard erection. The other man tensed ever so slightly at the touch. Letting out a silent sigh Tim purposely brushed against the head of his desire’s arousal. Those tiny reactions made Tim feel all powerful, because it was ‘his’ body that was the cause of it. While Tim continued to rub on his desire, his own cock stood tall and proud. A hand moved down firmly grasping Tim’s cock, and then ever so slowly moved up and down repeatedly. The water from the shower made wet slurping noises; Tim bit his finger to keep from making a sound. However it was hard… so damn hard to remain silent.
While one hand was busy stroking Tim into calculated madness the other continued to tweak his rose-blushed nipple. Closing his eyes tightly Tim laid his head on the taller man’s shoulder. The torrid jets of water sprayed down on his face and chest, Tim took his finger from his mouth it joined the hand which was still stroking him.
This time Tim let out tiny panting sounds escape his lips. The water, his cock being stroked, and the other cock throbbing at his back it all felt so damn good. His hips began to thrust forward in time with their strokes; the hand on his nipple slid up to his mouth.
Tim swirled his tongue around the digit, sucking the water off and tasting the slight salty flavor. He moaned mutely wishing instead that it was the cock not the finger that was in his mouth. Tim took the hand between his own and sucked it feverously, he imagined whirling his tongue around the head of the cock. He visualized licking up the pre-cum and swallowing as much of the other man’s cock as Tim possibly could.
The thought-image was so intense that it nearly caused Tim to cum right then and there. While he was busy with the finger in his mouth, the hand still fondling his erection picked up its pace. On top of that another lean digit was added to Tim mouth. Greedily he sucked that one as well. He was now thrusting and moaning rather loudly and Tim could have sworn his desire had taken a sharp breath. Biting back a smile Tim coated the fingers with his saliva happily.
A thumb smeared Tim’s dripping pre-cum around his bulbous head. He was 100% sure that the tip of him was flushed in a deep royal purple. Then he was motion to lean against forward as the hand slipped from his mouth, down the side of his waist, before cupping Tim’s tight muscled buttocks. The steamy water was hot on his back and spine, gasping Tim bends over further bracing himself heavily on the shower wall.
He put as much of his bare ass in the air as he could while in the medium sized stall. The fingers fondled his ass cheeks just barely brushing his sacs, the other hand kept increasing its strokes.
Then suddenly Tim felt the fingers move ever so slowly to his tight puckered entrance. Holding his breath Tim waited, his mind was screaming ‘Yes! Yes! Oh God YES!’ those slick digits slid inside Tim without warming. Gasping Tim tried to relax, which was next to impossible for the man’s other hand was blessedly distracting. Biting his swollen bottom lip Tim did manage to get his heart rate down and he loosened up just a bit.
However that lasted only until those fingers inside of Tim began to move. They were in perfect unison with stroking of his cock. It was all too much to take at once; letting out a startled cry Tim balled his fist against the slick tile. He no longer tried to remain silent, his lustful cries and shouts could be heard echoing though out the shower room.
The combination of those skillful magic fingers fucking him, and the fiendishly sensual hand beating him off was just entirely too much. Tim tried to last long he really did, but it was not to be. Abruptly and simultaneously his desire bit down on that sensitive area on his neck, those fingers bit that special spot inside of him, and the hand clenched his cock fiercely.
It was all over in that one blinding moment.
Tim screamed out the name of his forbidden love and came all over the shower.
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The orgasm was so intense that Tim had to muffle his cry with his fist and wash cloth. He came crashing back to reality with his violent release. Leaning heavily on the shower wall suddenly weak, Tim witness the damning evidence and essence of his fantasy go down the drain. He couldn’t move yet his legs still felt like lead.
As he supported himself again the wall, Tim didn’t know whether to laugh or to cry. His fantasies where getting more and more frequent, vivid and intense. It was only a matter of time before people notice that he was sporting a perpetual hard on.
Tim had to get a… heh ‘grip’ and soon. He needed to talk to someone but to whom? Alfred? Dick? Babs? or maybe even Clark? One thing he did know was that it would be a cold day in hell before he’d willing talk to Bruce about this. Sighing Tim rinsed off quickly and shut the shower off.
He was truly pathetic…
Tim dried off and threw on some clean sweats and a t-shirt. When he came back into the main part of the cave he saw Bruce still in the same spot as always. Only this time he was going over surveillance footage instead of typing. Tim expelled a puff of air and shook his head; bidding Bruce a goodnight he climbed the long stairs to the manor.
He knew it would be anything but a ‘good night’.
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Morning came not soon enough for the teen as he sat in the spacious kitchenette picking at his breakfast. As appealing as it was Tim just was not hungry and it was a waste too. What little rest he did manage acquire was interrupted by a constant tossing and turning, as well as a stubbornly persistent hard-on. He wouldn’t even begin to think about those dreams.
“Not hungry Master Tim?” Alfred’s kindly voice cut in on Tim’s brooding. The teen gave Alfred a smile then proceeded to take a big bite of his omelets. “Of course I’m hungry!” he replied through a mouthful. The aging butler eyed him with a suspicious glint. He coughed to hide his smile and with out another word took Tim’s plate away despite the teen’s protest.
Grinning Tim shook his head, he should have known nothing ever gets past Alfred. Draining his juice Tim picked up his bag to leave for school. After calling out bye to Alfred, Tim turned to exit the kitchen when Bruce appeared in the doorway.
His guardian regarded him with those glacier blue eyes of his mutely; Tim gulped and wondered if Bruce figured out what he did in the showers last night. {Seriously Bruce is never up this early for anything!} With his hand clenching his strap Tim summoned {what he hoped to be} a bright smile.
“Morn’in Bruce you’re up early. What’s up?” the older man inclined his head down the hall and replied in a guarded tone, “You still have time before you have to leave, join me in the study.”
Then Bruce turned and left, Tim stared dumbly at the retreating back of his guardian.
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“Alfred has informed me that you don’t want a birthday party.” Bruce announced evenly as he poured himself some coffee. Blinking Tim watch Bruce take a long sip then sit on the edge of his desk.
“Um… yeah… that’s not a problem is it? I’m just not really in the mood for a lot of… ‘excess’ this year.” Tim shifted slightly not looking at Bruce directly and tried to appear normal. “No its not but, it made me curious however. Most teenagers your age would want a wild party away from parental eyes to celebrate ‘becoming’ an adult.” The corner of Bruce mouth quirked up at that. “Besides there’s always twenty-one right?”
Tim shrugged and fought back the urge to blush. “Yeah… I suppose… but I just want a quiet dinner with you, Dick if he can make it, and Clark too. Also maybe heh… a night off of patrol?” Bruce smirked and edged off the desk, he stride toward his ward stopping right in front of the teen.
“We’ll see” pausing he reached up and brushed the corner of Tim’s mouth. An expression crossed Bruce’s eyes that Tim could not decipher. “I wonder if I rubbed off on both of you too much.” Bruce whispered so softly that Tim barely heard him. The teen shifted from one foot to the other and coughed nervously. The focused look Bruce was giving him really weirded him out.
“Probably” Tim joked lightly, he frowned as Bruce rubbed his head {that was something he hadn’t done in years!} and told Tim he better get to school or there would be hell to pay if he was late.
Rolling his eyes Tim ran out the study muttering that its his fault in the first place. However on the inside he was all to happy to be out of Bruce’s presence, the longer Tim had stayed the more chances he could have slipped. Calling out bye to Alfred, Tim headed out the door jumped in his car and sped off.
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Three days later…
“Aren’t you supposed to be in class now?” Clark inquired evenly when he had walked in to see the young teen sitting at his desk. Tim grinned mischievously at Clark, leaned back and propped his hands behind his head. “Class got cancelled the teacher was sick” shrugging Tim placed his feet up on Clark’s desk too.
“So let me get this straight, instead of going home you drive three hours to Metropolis to see me?” again there was nothing but patience in Clarks tone. Beaming brightly Tim nodded his head, “Exactly! Give the man a gold star!” the teen clapped dramatically, Clark smiled in spite of it and studied the boy for a moment.
“So this isn’t a social visit am I right to assume then?” Tim nodded again as the smile faded from his face. “I need to talk to someone about a problem a friend of mine is having and well… you seemed to be the best choice.”
Shocked Clark closed his office door and locked it. {He didn’t want Lois barging in like usual} Pulling up his other chair Clark sat down took off his glasses and stated calmly, “You have my undivided attention.”
Tim moved his feet off the desk and scooted closer, clasping his hand he stared at Clarks pen collection “I have this friend and she's having issues of a... erm sexual nature." Tim started off not meeting Clarks gaze.
"You see Marie is inlove with someone much... much older then her. He's near 40 but he's like her mentor/father if you know what I mean." There was another pause as Tim stared at his hands with a sudden interest. "She told me that she's been having vivid fantasies about him. They're occurring so often that she can't be around him for very long. I don't know what to tell her."
Clark observed the teen very closely; he noted all the changes and logged them one by one. Tim had finally lost all the babyfat in his face; he had shot up like a weed too. Standing at six feet, he was slimmer then Bruce or Dick. But the many years of training were definitely paying off on the boy.
Clark smirked inwardly; Bruce had the uncanny ability to adopt children that looked strikingly similar to him.
"Well maybe your friend Marie needs to put some space between her and this 'mentor' of hers." Clark paused long enough for Tim to cast him an uneasy glance.
"This man is not married is he?" Tim shook his dark head no and relief flooded Clark. "No he's a self-confirmed bachelor who treats Marie like she's his own daughter. She says that he can be a bit gruff and rough around the edges but he means well, he also has no clue she's inlove with him."
Stroking his chin Clark fixed the teen with an unwavering stare. "Hmm... I would definitely suggest she put some space between them for a while. Maybe she should start hanging around boys her own age."
Tim grimaced slightly at that; Clark's keen eyes didn't miss that tiny slip. However he kept that to himself, filing it away to be reviewed upon later. "I tried that already... Marie's not interested in 'other boys' she only wants him. She did tell me that she was going to wait until she's older before making her move."
{Teenagers...} Clark mused to himself, "I would still try to persuade her. This girl is much to young for her mentor. She has to understand that Tim. I'm pretty sure that if he did find out her true feelings the mentoring would stop. So she should ask herself this, is this relationship really worth losing?"
A closed expression crossed Tim's face as he studied his hands. The moment stretched into two, then three and Tim still was silent. Finally after about five minutes had past the boy spoke.
"No... Marie wouldn't want to lose that relationship. From the things she's told me her mentor means far too much to her.” Clark sat back and folded his arms across his chest. Studying Tim closely while the boy was still lost in thought, “Well then you… or rather Marie has her answer.”
Sighing Tim smiled at Clark {the reporter noticed that it didn’t quite reach the boys expressive eyes} as he got up from his desk. “Yeah… I guess she does thanks man.” Standing up as well Clark slapped Tim on the back {gently of course he didn’t need a Robin size hole in the wall} and walked the teen to the elevator.
“I hope I was some kind of help,” Clark expressed with a bright smile; Tim returned it and stuck his hands in his pocket. “Yeah you were” and with that he gave Clark a mock salute before stepping onto the elevator. Clark chuckled and made his way back to his office.
He didn’t get very far before Lois pounced on him.
“What did Bruce’s youngest brat want with you Smallville?” Lois tried to look indifferent, but it was clear to him she was just dying to know. Clark smirked down at this beautiful but nosey woman, he shrugged nonchalantly as he answered lightly, “Nothing that would interest you Lois.”
Whistling a merry tune Clark side stepped a gaping Lois Lane and continued back to his office.
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Seven years later…
“H… happy birthday to me…” Tim whispered to himself has he laid in his bed clutching his throbbing cock in his hand. His body was taunt, tense and beads of sweat dotted his exposed skin. It had been such a long time since Tim allowed himself the luxury of something like this. Biting his bottom lip Tim gave into his fantasy and pictured his desire sitting in the chair right across the room.
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With his fingers steeple and those eyes of his focused on Tim intensely, he stroked himself. The very idea of 'him' watching made Tim’s arousal stand tall, and grow a bit harder. As he fisted himself slowly building up the tension that was coiled in the pit of his belly Tim pictured in his mind eye 'his' voice. He felt that cold calculated gaze boring against Tim’s feverous skin.
That low voice gravely voice floated in his ear, saying all that dirty things that 'he' wanted Tim to do to himself. Groaning loudly Tim flipped on his stomach and pushed himself on his knees. He touched himself where that deep voice ordered him too; he slid two fingers into his puckered hole and fucked himself. Gasping loudly Tim struggled to stay in control, the voice had warned him what would happen if he disobeyed. Tim never wanted to disobey 'him' ever again.
‘Go faster…’ the voice demanded. Tim went faster.
‘Fondle you cock…’ the voice ordered. Tim did as directed.
‘Spread your knee farther apart…’ and with out hesitation Tim did it.
{Oh God please touch me!} Tim begged silently to himself, but he knew that would not happen ‘he’ wouldn’t allow it. But still… it was his birthday just maybe for once...
"I..its my birthday...please say my name..." Tim pleaded horsely. His breaths were coming in shallow gasps. The air surrounding him was heated and charged with the scent of his arousal. "Please... just this once" Tim didn't care if it sounded like he was begging this was what he wanted, what he needed.
If 'he' wouldn't touch him then 'he' could atleast say his name. There was an extremely long pause, Tim wondered if 'he' would ever say anything. As the younger man's spirit began to sink, something impossible happened.
A hand that was not his own took over and began fisting Tim's weeping cock.
'Tim...'
{Oh god...}
Another hand eased Tim's fingers out of his buttocks and replaced them with 'his'. Those fingers effortly picked back up the rhythm drive Tim to the brink.
'Tim...'
{Yesss! Please say it again!}
The pressure was building even faster now, his entire body was a mass extra sensitized nerves. Tim's lustful cries fill the bedroom, and echo off the wall. He rocked insnyc of 'his' ministrations, Tim bit his bottom lip until it bled.
'Tim...'
{Yes!}
The fingers inside him slipped out and 'he' slid in. Tim voiced his passion, groaning and moan while 'his' cock continued to fill him. It felt so damn good to have 'him' almost completely stuffed inside Tim's supple body.
Then 'he' began to move, 'he' gave Tim long slow deep thrusts that shook the younger man to the core. One hand braced Tim's hip while the other continued to fist his cock. Tim moaned until he had no longer had a voice, just noiseless cries.
'Tim...'
{Urgh.. Yes!}
'Tim...'
{Fuck... yesss!}
The thrusts grew more violent and deep, 'he' was pounding in that one spot over and over again. Tim shuddered violently any form of control was lost to him.
'Tim...'
{P...please more!}
'Tim...'
{Urgh... y..yess!}
'Tim...'
{Yesss that's it!}
'T..tim...'
{Oh God! f..faster!}
'Uh! TIM...'
{OH! FUCK!! OH FUCK! OH FUCK!!}
'Urgh... TIMOTHY!'
{OH FUCK!! BRUCE!!}
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Tim ejaculated long and hard with a mighty lusty cry of BRUCE!! OH GOD BRUCE!!. He didn't subside from his high until several mintues later. His body was a sweaty, sticky mess. His limbs ached all over and his skin felt feverous.
When his breathing became less erratic and labored Tim opened his eyes. He was hot, so very hot, why was he so damn hot? Blinking Tim sat up but he was immediately rendered dizzy.
Strong broad arms caught him before he passed out, and a familar graveled voice spoke softly, "Its okay Tim, I got you..." Tim was barely able to make out a blurry shape of his former guardian Bruce Wayne.
Bruce? What was he doing here? Tim tried to speak but his throat was completely dry and horse. Instead with Bruce's help he laid back on his pillows. He was aware when Bruce reached past him and grabbed a glass. But it made him to dizzy to watch him that closely.
"Here... drink this it will help" Bruce quietly ordered, he guided Tim's shakey hands to the glass. It was blessedly cold, and when it touch his lips sliding down his parched throat, it felt like pure bliss. He gulping it down greedily making some of the water dribble out the corner of his mouth.
When it was all gone Tim felt like he could use his voice properly. "W...what are you doing here?" he questioned Bruce. The older man regarded him with a deep look. It was as if Bruce was choosing his words carefully before replying.
"You needed me" Bruce responded in a husky tone. Tim shivered, whether it was because of the chill or because of Bruce himself Tim didn't know. "W...w..what's wrong with me? Wh.. Why am I so hot?"
There was another long pause from Bruce and again Tim got the feeling his former guardian was choosing his words carefully. "You had a high fever for three days, I've been trying to break it... I think its finally has."
"A..a... fever?" Tim parroted back confused, he didn't remember much of anything. But he guess that would explain his heated skin, and the sweat that drenched him. "Yes, you were burning up so bad I had to take off everything on your bed. I left only the sheets and pillows, the rest was making you worse."
Tim stared at Bruce, who in turn stared right back. Then he took note at his state of dress, or rather the lack of it. Tim was completely nude, the thin sheets where bunched at his ankles and on his stomach evidence of his arousal could be seen. When Tim saw this he paled even more, and just like that it all came back to him.
The fantasy, him fisting himself, and more importantly Tim calling out Bruce's name each time he climaxed.
Bruce had been there.
Bruce had heard him.
Bruce now knew!.
At the devastated look on Tim's face, Bruce tensed up dramaticaly and reached toward the younger man.
"Timothy..." he started off carefully, but he was interupted by Tim's heart broken cry, "You weren't ever suppose to know!!"
"Tim..." The younger man grabbed Bruce by the shoulders and desperately begged him, "Please don't hate me! I was never going to tell you! I swear!! I'm sorry Bruce oh god how I am sorry!"
Bruce Wayne gently took the distaught Tim hands into his and held them firmly in his. He looked deeply into the distressed azure eyes of his formal ward and simply said, "Its okay Timothy... its okay."
"Its... okay?" Tim repeated completely stunned. Bruce nodded and reached up caressing the younger man's cheek. "Yes its okay, at first it came as a shock to me, but... now its okay." Bruce guided Tim's right hand down towards his own erection that had been straining in his pants for the last three days. Tim eyes widen into large pools of azure. His jaw slacked opened and he gawked at Bruce dumbly.
He was too afraid of what this all meant for him.
Bruce Wayne smirked at Tim's dumbfounded expression, he pulled back the elastic band on his track pants and slipped Tim's warm hand inside. Stifling a groan Bruce moved Tim's fevered palm along the massive length of his hard cock. He watched Tim's eyeslashes flutter closed and his pink little tongue run over his bottom lip.
"You like that?" Bruce asked thickly, Tim bobbed his dark head once for yes. His eyes were still closed, however his own cock was just as hard as Bruce was. It also was weeping pre-cum like a river.
"I wanted you for so long Bruce..." Tim confessed tentively after a few minutes. He fisted Bruce thick cock roughly making the older man breath catch. "Please tell me that this is not a dream!"
Bruce groaned softly and leaned forward capturing Tim's full lips for a kiss. He made love to his mouth making sure he pull all that he felt into the kiss. Tim moaned and responed like wise, sucking on Bruces tongue fiendishly when he could.
Finally after several erotic kissing minutes later, Bruce reluctantly pulled back. He eased Tim's heavenly vice like grip off his cock before the younger man made him cum then and there.
"You're still weak... we have to get you strong again..." Grinning Bruce planted a chaste kiss on Tims lips. Moaning Tim tried to make it deeper but Bruce pulled away before he could.
"Bruce..." he beckoned.
"Not for a few days... just to be safe"
Laying against his pillows Tim began to stroke his own cock while eyeing his desire. "Must I wait that long?" he pleaded to him. "Yes you do..." Bruce stated firmly.
"But...ah!" He picked up the pace as he got more aroused, "I...I... need you NOW!" Bruce closed his eyes to the tempting sight before him and exhaled slowly.
"Control yourself!" he barked at Tim darkly, the younger man shuddered groaned and came on the spot.
"I.. I.. Can't... oh fuck BRUCE!!" a hot jet of cum blasted from Tim cock head and covered his hand. He cried out and this body trembled violently, Bruce swore harshly and milked his own erection to a fevered climax seconds after Tim's.
When they both recovered from their high's Bruce got into bed with Tim and gathered him in his arms.
"Just what in the world am I going to do with you?" he mused to himself quietly. With his eyes drooping closed Tim smiled wickedly, "A lot hopfuly... after all it is my birthday..."
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