fic: Shadow Kisses
Title: Shadow Kisses
Author: darthbatgirl
Rating:PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Characters: Roy/Tim, one sided Damian/Tim, Dick, Alfred
Summary: Damian takes advantage
Word Count: 867
Warning: future fic, dub-con
A/N: written for the Spring Porn Fest, using the prompts secret crush, kisses, being drugged
Dick tried not to move back and forth on his feet as he peered over Alfred's shoulder as he watched the butler stitch up the long slash on Tim's leg. It ran from his hip almost all the way down to his ankle and was very deep. “Do you thing that . . .”
“Master Dick, I assure you that I'm quite capable of tending to Master Tim's injury,” Alfred almost snipped.
“Let the man do his job Dick,” Roy huffed as he stood on the other side of the gurney. He held on tight to Tim's hand and every once in a while murmured as comforting whisper in his lover's ear followed by a kiss.
“Thank you Master Roy,” Alfred finished his final stitch. “There, all finished, though I doubt Master Tim will be able to do much for the next couple of days.”
Dick chuckled, “Yeah he's going to be a bear to deal with when he finds out he can't do anything till he heals up.”
You know that I can still hear you right?” came Tim's sleepy reply.
“You still with us?” Dick said looking over at his younger brother. “I figured you'd be out by now.”
“Ya didn't need to drug me,” Tim said though it was more slurred, showing signs of him fighting the sedatives he's been given.
“That's what they all say,” Roy murmured as he nuzzled Tim's hair. “Now stop being stubborn and go to sleep.”
“Not . . . being stubborn,” Tim said, his eyelids though betrayed him and slowly began to close.
“Well I think I shall prepare Master Tim's room for him,” Alfred said as he made his way up the stairs.
“We'll bring him up in a little bit Alfred,” Dick called after him.
“Very well sirs.”
Dick moved closer to the gurney and laid a chaste kiss on his brother's forehead. “You're going to be okay kiddo.”
“Who're you trying to convince? Tim or yourself?” Roy asked softly.
“Maybe both,” Dick said ruefully. “Come on lets grab some coffee and then we can move him up stairs.”
Roy shook his head. “I'll stay here with him if all the same.”
Dick just shook his head and came over and grabbed Roy by the arm and began to pull him away. “You're not going to do Tim any good if you end up falling over due to exhaustion. Come on up and grab some coffee and then we'll move him to his room and then you can handcuff yourself to him for all that I care. Right now you need to sit down and relax a bit. Tim will be fine, we've got monitors that will let us know if he needs us.” Dick said as he practically dragged Roy up the stairs.
For a few moments the cave was quiet except for the beeping of the machines and a few sounds from the bats from above, then eighteen year old Damian Wayne stepped out of the shadows, a look of disgust on his face as he looked up the stairs the way Dick and Roy left. He then turned to the gurney with a sleeping Tim on it. “It's disgusting the way he fawns over you. He doesn't respect your strength. He wants to keep you weak.” Damian said as he took the place that Roy had been standing and cupped Tim's cheek.
“I've never understood why you tolerated him? Is it because he was your first? A desire to be like Grayson? Is it merely physical? Is he really that good in bed?”
Damian softly ran a finger over Tim's lips, revealing in the warmth of them. “You are perfect, intelligent, aggressive, cunning, a fierce warrior . . . beautiful. You need someone who can appreciate you, who can complement you.”
Tim's eyes fluttered open and looked up at Damian. “ . . . R . . oy ?”
Damian's eyes flashed in anger and his hand tightened slightly as he held Tim's chin. “No my Tim. It is someone much better. A mate worthy of you.”
“ . . . Damian?”
“Yes,” Damian whispered before dipping his head down and and claiming a kiss. His tongue licked at Tim's lips, tracing them slowly before pushing in. His tongue slid over Tim's, slowly mapping out every crevasse of Tim's mouth.
Tim whimpered softly into the kiss the same time that Damian moaned. Slowly Damian ended the kiss, savoring Tim's taste. As he looked at Tim he saw that young man had finally fallen to the sedatives. Damian pets Tim's hair as he thinks over what just happened, the monitors can be easily edited and if Tim remembers anything it can be excused as a dream brought on by the sedatives. No one will ever know of this moment of indiscretion.
At least until Damian decides on the best way to remove the archer.