Fic: Domesticity Outtake
Title: Domesticity Outtakes
Characters: Tim Drake, Zachary Zatara
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Sex, violence, angst
Word Count: 2, 520
Author's Notes: DO NOT READ THIS IF YOU HAVEN'T READ DOMESTICITY. Otherwise, enjoy. Oh and this came about becase iesika was disappointed that the party scene didn't end in angry!riduculous!sex. So I wrote angry!ridiculous!sex. So you can all thank iesika for this.
Zachary Zatara was going to kill Tim. Or turn him into a frog or a newt or a table or a toilet plunger or some other horrible thing that he hadn’t thought of yet. But something bad was definitely going to happen to Tim Wayne once Zachary caught up with him. Not that he had any idea where Tim was, that was beside the point though, because he was casting a locating spell and then he’d teleport himself somewhere in the vicinity of Tim. Zach reached out with the spell, searching for the unique life force that was Tim and locking onto it. He disappeared.
He reappeared in an alleyway next to a ridiculously oversized house, a ridiculously oversized house that had a steady beat of loud music coming from within and a clump of people on the front lawn. They were all well dressed, and the size of the house quickly clued Zatara into the fact that this was a rich kid party and not just some frat house gathering. At least Tim managed to maintain some class. The only thing out of place was the huge billboard across the street, its neon display at odds with the immaculate lawns. Zach realised that he’d left his jacket at home, and that he was still dressed in his ‘costume’ of sorts, but he decided it didn’t really matter because he was just going to go in, grab Tim and bail out as quickly as possible. He steeled himself and stepped out of the alley, hoping that Tim was only rutting in the dark with a stranger and not doing lines off someone’s ass.
He was halfway right. Tim wasn’t exactly rutting against anyone but he was under the influence of something. The beer clutched loosely in Tim’s hand answered the question of what exactly he was under the influence of, and the young man that Tim had acquired certainly didn’t look like he wanted to be doing any of the things Tim seemed to be suggesting. The other man did look quite a bit like Zatara though, which made his heart clench and his stomach flip oddly. Tim had pressed the man against the wall, and was apparently whispering things in the guy’s ear. The dude looked somewhere between awkward and terrified and Zat was planning to just go and rip Tim off him when another man stepped up behind Tim. He grabbed him by the collar of his jacket, leather Zat noticed absently, and threw Tim back onto the floor. Zach took off at a run.
“You dirty little queer, what the fuck do you think you were doing?” the other, and much larger man shouted at Tim.
Tim didn’t reply, Zach was pushing his way through the crowd as quickly as he could but the man was advancing on Tim and Zachary couldn’t magic his way there because that would draw attention and even drunk Tim would probably kill him. So Zach watched in horror as the man descended on Tim and lifted him up, Tim was obviously too drunk to defend himself, and was easily thrown through a glass coffee table.
Zachary finally made his way out of the throng of people and ran the last few feet to Tim, the man was approaching again, but just before he could reach Tim Zach got between them. Sliding on the polished floor boards and crouching slightly into a defensive position.
“You won’t touch him again,” Zach commanded, imbuing the words with magic.
The man started like he’d been shocked with electricity but his face quickly regained its scowl.
“You trying to protect your little boyfriend?” The man sneered and Zach wanted to kill him.
Tim had stood up, leaning back against the wall for support and watching Zach with half lidded eyes. Zach took a deep breath.
“Cat got your tongue pretty boy? If you get the fuck out of the way now I promise I won’t hurt you, I just want to beat this little fag within an inch of his life, it aint your problem, so just walk away,” the man snarled.
Zach clenched his hands into fists at his side, the music was loud and it pounded against his skull with vicious ferocity, he could sense the entire room, the magic buzzing under his skin was testing out every inch of his surroundings. The thrum of people on the floor, the spiral staircase, the chandelier dangling above their heads, the flickering of the billboards lights, barely noticed in the bright of the room. Zat could see the scene changing, see Tim being dragged out of the room, too drunk to remember any of his training, too fucking stupid to even want to. He could see the man’s fist against Tim’s face and the blood and the bruises and the broken bones. Zach thought he might throw up. But Tim was still in the room, and Tim was still okay. So long as Zachary Zatara stopped this man from touching him.
“You. Will not. Touch. Him. Again,” Zach bit out, the magic under his skin like a live wire.
“I’ll do whatever the fuck I want,” the man shouted.
Which was when everything did change. The man grabbed Zat to throw him aside and then the man was flying backwards against the wall, the magic invisible but tangible enough to do damage without Zachary even saying the words. And then the anger flared up even further and suddenly the sound system shorted out and everyone stopped. Then the lights in the chandelier broke.
POP
POP
POP
And it was dark and time was moving in slow motion and somewhere Tim was screaming. Zach realised why.
“Ssalg pots” Zach commanded and the glittering, falling glass stopped mid air.
The people on the dance floor stood still in shock, the light from the billboard reflecting off the glass and casting strange shadows on their faces. But they didn’t matter.
“Tim,” Zach said but it sounded more like an exhalation.
Tim didn’t say anything. His mouth was open slightly and he looked a little like he could be crying and Zach absently wondered why. Then he remember the falling glass and the man that had wanted to hurt Tim and the magic was under his skin again and he was stalking up to Tim and gripping his shoulder tightly.
“Tim,” Zach repeated, but this time it sounded like a moan.
He pressed Tim against the wall, grabbing his wrists and yanking them above Tim’s head, holding him still. Watching the way the lights flickered from the glass onto Tim’s face, it suddenly went red and it looked like blood splatter and Zach crushed his mouth against Tim’s and Tim responded.
Zach didn’t bother with hesitant little kisses and neither did Tim. Both their mouths were open and their tongues pressed against each other hungrily. Teeth clinked and their noses squished together and Zat ran his tongue along every inch of Tim’s mouth.
He wondered if Tim could taste it, taste the magic on his tongue like Zat could taste the adrenalin and fear and lust on Tim’s. He wondered what he tasted like. Tim tasted like battery acid, like when he was a kid and someone had dared him to press a live 9-volt battery to his tongue.
His grip on Tim’s wrists was tight and Tim was struggling against him a little so he let go, gave Tim some breathing space. Just in case. Because he was a lot of things and he did a lot of things but he wasn’t going to force Tim.
Tim stared at him, his eyes wide with fear but Zach knew straight away it wasn’t fear of him. So he pressed back against Tim, slipping his hands under the shoulders of the jacket and slipping it down to Tim’s elbows, exposing Tim’s bare arms because Tim was wearing a tank top and Zat gripped Tim’s biceps hard and the muscles tensed and Zach couldn’t help thrusting into Tim.
Tim moaned, shifting his hips so one leg was between Zach’s and one of Zach’s legs was between his and Tim was practically riding his thigh. Zach reluctantly let his hands drift away from Tim’s arms, instead moving to undo Tim’s jeans. He had them undone and his hand down Tim’s pants in under five seconds, and Tim was so hard and when Zach squeezed just a little too hard Tim cried out and raked his nails down Zat’s back. So Zach did it again and Tim clutched at his shirt so hard this time that Zach felt the fabric rip and he couldn’t bring himself to care because then Tim’s hands had moved to Zach’s fly and he was pushing Zat’s pants down and grabbing Zach’s cock and he thought he could come right then but he wanted more from this.
Zachary regained composure long enough to grab Tim by the shoulders and turn him around, pressing him into the wall and Tim hissed a little and then hissed a lot when Zach hitched Tim’s pants down just enough, brushing his hands over Tim’s ass.
“Ebul,” Zach muttered and a small bottle of lube appeared in his hand.
He squirted a little onto his fingers, and then pushed them inside Tim. Tim clutched at the wall and groaned, pressing back onto Zach’s fingers and Zat scissored them and Tim made this noise that had Zat moving his mouth to Tim’s shoulder and biting down, hard, because he had to do something to distract himself or he’d lose it.
He kept scissoring his fingers and biting and kissing and licking at Tim’s neck, back and shoulders until he felt Tim was ready. He pulled out his fingers and Tim whimpered and Zach moaned at the sound but kept enough focus to turn Tim around again, shoving his back against the wall and tugging off Tim’s pants and briefs completely.
He completely forgot about the people, because it was silent and dark except for the random flicker of light against Tim’s skin and Zach wanted to make Tim lie naked and still and he would just chase every spot of light on Tim’s skin with his tongue. But Tim was almost shivering in anticipation and Zach realised he was too. He pulled the bottle of lube out from his pocket, squirted some more into his palm and used it to coat his dick. Tim was watching him with dark eyes, biting his lip and clutching his hands in Zach’s ruined shirt.
Very slowly Zach moved forward, grabbing Tim by the hips he lifted him up. Tim grabbed onto to Zach’s shoulders to keep himself up and Zach pressed into Tim. He was so tight and so hot and Tim had his legs wrapped around Zach’s hips and he had to take a moment to breathe. Leaning his head against Tim’s shoulder and panting heavily. But then Tim moved on him and Zach cried out and keeping one hand on Tim’s waist to keep him steady he used the other hand to wrap around Tim’s cock.
Zach started thrusting into Tim, and Tim moved with him, tilting his head down to capture Zach’s mouth again. The kiss was even more frenzied than the first, their tongues battled against each other and Zach thrusted into Tim and jerking Tim off and Tim was moaning and writhing against him.
Tim fisted his hands in Zach’s hair and Zach held Tim’s hip so tightly he knew it would leave a bruise. But Tim had already made a mess of Zach’s back and Zach couldn’t care because all he could think of was the feel of Tim around him and the way Tim’s cock twitched in his hand. Hot come splashed onto his fist and Tim moaned and shouted and Zach thrusted into him hard.
Zach came with a broken shout that echoed Tim’s and Tim made these little keening noises in the back of his throat. Zat’s visioned whited out at the edges and then the world seemed to explode around them.
The glass fell to the floor as Zach lost focus. The tiny fragments splintering as they hit the ground and bouncing back into the air, still catching the lights, still casting eerie shadows across the now empty dance floor and onto Tim’s sweat covered skin.
Zach pulled out of Tim and Tim unwrapped his legs from around Zat’s waist and stood shakily. Tim was leaning back against the wall and Zat was leaning against him and they were both breathing hard. Panting and still clutching at each other’s slippery skin. Zat tilted his head to get a view of the dance floor and as he did a bead of cold sweat tracked down his exposed neck and then Zach moaned because apparently Tim had decided it needed to be licked up.
And then Tim was kissing him again, but it was gentler than last time, slower and more careful, like Tim was mapping out every inch of Zach’s mouth and Zat moaned again and decided that they needed to get back to the apartment as soon as possible because Tim’s tongue was doing amazing things in his mouth and Zat needed to find out if it’d do amazing things in other places.
Zat pulled back and met Tim’s eyes. Tim’s expression was still dark with lust, but he gave Zach this small little smirk that usually could mean any thousands of things but right now it meant they were going to be okay.
“Tim,” Zach said, for a third time that night and it wasn’t a moan or a sigh or anything. It just was.
Tim hummed in response, still eyeing Zach hungrily.
“I think we should go home,” Zach suggested.
Tim nodded and quickly put his pants back on. Zat did up his pants and wiped his hand on his shirt before tearing it off completely, discarding it on the floor.
“Can I borrow your jacket?” Zach asked.
Tim took a moment to trail a finger down Zach’s stomach, dragging along his waistband and Zach’s dick twitched in response. But Tim’s hand was gone and he was shrugging off his jacket and handing it to Zach.
Zach slipped the jacket on, eying Tim’s exposed arms again and ignoring the little quirk of Tim’s eyebrow and the tilt of his head towards the bowtie. Zachary fucking Zatara, World’s Greatest Magician, could pull off a leather jacket and bowtie if he wanted. So he simply smirked at Tim and focused on working up the magic to get them home.
It took longer than usual because Zat was still buzzing in the afterglow but eventually he knew he could successfully get them home. He only needed to be in contact with Tim, touching his shoulder or holding his hand would have sufficed. But he was going to end this night better than that.
Zach pulled Tim into a kiss, gentle again, nipping along Tim’s bottom lip as he closed his eyes and the world shifted and changed around them.
They never stopped kissing.