FIC: Untamable beast
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason/Bruce/Etrigan. Yep, that’s what I said.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 954
AN: Written for ilyena_sylph’s birthday! It’s kind of late, but I had a sudden case of writers block. But nothing kicks that like Jason Blood! Set during Bruce’s last years of training, I swear all this little one shots will be tied together by a bigger story eventually. I just can't seem to get away from Jason/Bruce! Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Point, and I shall correct :)
Yena, I'll get to the Danny Ocean ficlet asap, cross my heart :) I hope you had a great one!
Untamable Beast
A hand slips lower, fingers frantically looking for purchase in sweat-slick skin.
Muscles tense, a shift of bodies and a set of grunts, one in surprise, the other the result of the physical exertion.
Jason flies across the mat, the throw so quick that he has to take some time to realize what has happened. His young apprentice glances at him with an impish smile dancing on his lips, breathing heavily, beads of sweat running down his lean muscled chest.
The red head collects himself and sits up, finding the brunette next to him, extending a helping hand.
“I still don’t know how you manage that throw. You shouldn’t be able to break the grapple in the first place,” Jason says under his breath as he stands up with the help of his companion. Grave ruby eyes assess the mischievous grin of the younger man, noting absently that he has left red marks on Bruce’s skin where he tried to hold him.
“I know you find it hard to believe, Jase, but I can teach you a thing or two.” Bruce runs a hand through the black bangs falling around his face, and Jason refuses to let the younger man tempt him. To Bruce, life seems to be a never ending circle of learning, training and seducing, not necessarily in that order.
“You have been training for less than a decade, my boy. I have a millennia and a half-“
“Of experience, yes, I know. I could never grasp the knowledge you have forgotten, let alone the things you do know,” Bruce’s tone is mocking, and he turns toward the edge of the mat to retrieve a bottle of water. His long deft fingers uncap it, his steel blue eyes never leaving Jason. He wears a small knowing smile, and Jason grinds his teeth at the predatory air of the younger man.
Jason has had a trying time teaching this boy. He’s determined and stubborn, brilliant and graceful, and the act of teaching is not a difficult task at all. But his apprentice has a streak of raw darkness, a place of shadows in his soul, and that bit affects Jason in ways that he can’t easily control. He isn’t sure if he wants to fix Bruce, help him find some peace and balance, or if he wants to groom the darkness inside him into something powerful, terrifying in its beauty.
“C’mon, Jase. Leave the introspection for later. Do you want me to teach you that throw or not?”
Bruce’s smile is razor sharp. Jason isn’t sure the young man knows just how hard it will be to become bland enough to be unmemorable. Bruce’s personality simply won’t allow him to have a secret identity unless he can subdue it. Jason lets his face relax and a wry smile touches his lips. The magician takes an unhealthy amount of satisfaction knowing that he is perhaps the last person to meet an unguarded Bruce Wayne, the last to experience the untamed wilderness of this man.
“Only a fool believes that there’s nothing new for him to learn. Teach me, Bruce Wayne.”
Bruce’s grin is a mix of utter delight -he will be an extraordinary teacher someday, Jason suddenly sees- and roguish pleasure. He takes Jason’s hands and places them over the correct spots in his body, twisting inside the magician’s hold once it is firm enough. The smile is gone from his lips as he explains the correct movement, his interest shifting back to the sparring practice, and the intensity with which he throws himself into his every action makes Jason’s insides churn.
There is nothing this man doesn’t put his whole self into. After he leaves Jason's side, all this will be bottled and put away, and that is in many ways a great shame. When Bruce shifts so the magician can execute the throw properly, Jason decides that he wants the raw darkness for himself, so he claims it with a commanding kiss.
As always, Bruce is quick to regain his balance, and he’s returning the kiss with such need that it almost makes Jason chuckle. He will own this man in a way that no one will ever be able to again. He doesn’t think anyone has stroked the shadows in Bruce’s soul before, so he is perhaps the first and the last.
Bruce will leave his side eventually and become something else. He will shape himself into a weapon, sharp and deadly, cold and beautiful. He will be formidable in some ways, and insipidly unremarkable in others, but the darkness in his soul will always belong to Jason.
Jason can glimpse uncertain futures, and as he pushes Bruce down on the training mat, expert immortal hands teaching how and where to touch, he knows that through the days to come, this shall be their constant, the door neither of them can close. Jason will ask and Bruce will come to him.
His friend, his apprentice, his beautiful boy. His untamable beast.
The Demon inside him laughs at Jason’s last though. To protect Bruce -at least, that’s what Jason tells himself- he opens his mind to the Demon, sharing the pits of the other’s soul as he touches it with his mind. The Demon is quickly subdued, unsure of what this sudden sharing of a lover means, but partakes in the feast without further questioning.
Jason smiles against Bruce’s skin as he kisses his way down his body, the uninhibited moans ringing in his ears. He and the Demon can never agree, and what Jason loves, the Demon always tries to destroy. But perhaps this time they can share the darkness and protect what will be, from now on, rightfully theirs.
Pairing: Jason/Bruce/Etrigan. Yep, that’s what I said.
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 954
AN: Written for ilyena_sylph’s birthday! It’s kind of late, but I had a sudden case of writers block. But nothing kicks that like Jason Blood! Set during Bruce’s last years of training, I swear all this little one shots will be tied together by a bigger story eventually. I just can't seem to get away from Jason/Bruce! Unbetaed, so all mistakes are mine. Point, and I shall correct :)
Yena, I'll get to the Danny Ocean ficlet asap, cross my heart :) I hope you had a great one!
Untamable Beast
A hand slips lower, fingers frantically looking for purchase in sweat-slick skin.
Muscles tense, a shift of bodies and a set of grunts, one in surprise, the other the result of the physical exertion.
Jason flies across the mat, the throw so quick that he has to take some time to realize what has happened. His young apprentice glances at him with an impish smile dancing on his lips, breathing heavily, beads of sweat running down his lean muscled chest.
The red head collects himself and sits up, finding the brunette next to him, extending a helping hand.
“I still don’t know how you manage that throw. You shouldn’t be able to break the grapple in the first place,” Jason says under his breath as he stands up with the help of his companion. Grave ruby eyes assess the mischievous grin of the younger man, noting absently that he has left red marks on Bruce’s skin where he tried to hold him.
“I know you find it hard to believe, Jase, but I can teach you a thing or two.” Bruce runs a hand through the black bangs falling around his face, and Jason refuses to let the younger man tempt him. To Bruce, life seems to be a never ending circle of learning, training and seducing, not necessarily in that order.
“You have been training for less than a decade, my boy. I have a millennia and a half-“
“Of experience, yes, I know. I could never grasp the knowledge you have forgotten, let alone the things you do know,” Bruce’s tone is mocking, and he turns toward the edge of the mat to retrieve a bottle of water. His long deft fingers uncap it, his steel blue eyes never leaving Jason. He wears a small knowing smile, and Jason grinds his teeth at the predatory air of the younger man.
Jason has had a trying time teaching this boy. He’s determined and stubborn, brilliant and graceful, and the act of teaching is not a difficult task at all. But his apprentice has a streak of raw darkness, a place of shadows in his soul, and that bit affects Jason in ways that he can’t easily control. He isn’t sure if he wants to fix Bruce, help him find some peace and balance, or if he wants to groom the darkness inside him into something powerful, terrifying in its beauty.
“C’mon, Jase. Leave the introspection for later. Do you want me to teach you that throw or not?”
Bruce’s smile is razor sharp. Jason isn’t sure the young man knows just how hard it will be to become bland enough to be unmemorable. Bruce’s personality simply won’t allow him to have a secret identity unless he can subdue it. Jason lets his face relax and a wry smile touches his lips. The magician takes an unhealthy amount of satisfaction knowing that he is perhaps the last person to meet an unguarded Bruce Wayne, the last to experience the untamed wilderness of this man.
“Only a fool believes that there’s nothing new for him to learn. Teach me, Bruce Wayne.”
Bruce’s grin is a mix of utter delight -he will be an extraordinary teacher someday, Jason suddenly sees- and roguish pleasure. He takes Jason’s hands and places them over the correct spots in his body, twisting inside the magician’s hold once it is firm enough. The smile is gone from his lips as he explains the correct movement, his interest shifting back to the sparring practice, and the intensity with which he throws himself into his every action makes Jason’s insides churn.
There is nothing this man doesn’t put his whole self into. After he leaves Jason's side, all this will be bottled and put away, and that is in many ways a great shame. When Bruce shifts so the magician can execute the throw properly, Jason decides that he wants the raw darkness for himself, so he claims it with a commanding kiss.
As always, Bruce is quick to regain his balance, and he’s returning the kiss with such need that it almost makes Jason chuckle. He will own this man in a way that no one will ever be able to again. He doesn’t think anyone has stroked the shadows in Bruce’s soul before, so he is perhaps the first and the last.
Bruce will leave his side eventually and become something else. He will shape himself into a weapon, sharp and deadly, cold and beautiful. He will be formidable in some ways, and insipidly unremarkable in others, but the darkness in his soul will always belong to Jason.
Jason can glimpse uncertain futures, and as he pushes Bruce down on the training mat, expert immortal hands teaching how and where to touch, he knows that through the days to come, this shall be their constant, the door neither of them can close. Jason will ask and Bruce will come to him.
His friend, his apprentice, his beautiful boy. His untamable beast.
The Demon inside him laughs at Jason’s last though. To protect Bruce -at least, that’s what Jason tells himself- he opens his mind to the Demon, sharing the pits of the other’s soul as he touches it with his mind. The Demon is quickly subdued, unsure of what this sudden sharing of a lover means, but partakes in the feast without further questioning.
Jason smiles against Bruce’s skin as he kisses his way down his body, the uninhibited moans ringing in his ears. He and the Demon can never agree, and what Jason loves, the Demon always tries to destroy. But perhaps this time they can share the darkness and protect what will be, from now on, rightfully theirs.