Succor (DC AU)
Title: Succor
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne
Fandom: DC
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Jason always seems to know what Dick needs.
Contains: Underage characters figuring out how to be kinky.
Disclaimer: I so don't own these characters.
Notes: Reactions within are based on my own experiences with kink and on my own subbiness. If it's not similar to your own experiences, that's cool, but I'm writing what I know (as far as emotions and sensations go).
The first time that Jason and Dick even think to start talking about collars and whips and rope Jason is fifteen, Dick is almost eighteen, and they’re playing bait for Batman in the wake of a new drug that has sent almost two dozen teenager to the hospital in the past week.
The kids come into the emergency rooms of Gotham while suffering from the aftereffects of a drug so intense that it causes them to lose control of their inhibitions. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to notice the way that the drug makes their hearts work twice as hard because they’re so high and everything seems to gleam in the light.
Five of the kids die before the first day is out. Their hearts simply give up from the strain. The only clue that anyone has is an ultraviolet stamp from a particular nightclub that operates in the warehouse district. Bruce is a master of disguise, but even he can’t manage to get into a teen hotspot without turning heads.
That’s where Dick and Jason come in.
Jason looks perfectly at home as he sits on a rickety chair at the crappy little bar wearing a torn up pair of skin-tight black jeans and a red tank top that is so tight that it looks painted on. He’s confident and cocky and fierce as fuck as he alternates between flirting with everyone that walks by and keeping an eye out for Dick as the older teen dances with everyone and no one.
Unlike Jason, Dick looks so radiant that it’s actually hard to look at him without wincing and wanting more. He’s one of the older boys at the rave -even if he’s nowhere close to being the tallest- and he looks well fed and sleek as he dances through the crowd, leaving a trail of boys and girls following behind him as he collects information and doges feeble attempts at groping him.
After an hour of dancing, Dick finally makes his way back to Jason’s side to play up to the idea that he’s Jason’s needy little boytoy out slumming for a night. He winds his arms around his adoptive brother’s neck and presses close until barely an inch of space remains between them. His lips brush Jason’s ear as he pretends at nibbling the lobe and his hands stroke restlessly over the younger boy’s back.
“Two boys are already reacting,” he breathes against Jason’s ear, against the tiny comm that’s disguised as an earring. “I didn’t see who gave them the drugs, but everyone here’s doing something. It’s hard to keep track of everything going on with all of the glitter that they’re throwing around.”
They can’t hear Bruce’s response, but it’s not hard to imagine their mentor and father figure telling them to try harder.
“Do you want something to drink,” Jason offers as Dick beams up at him. He nudges his beer forward and tries to ignore the way that Dick’s smile droops and he narrows his eyes at his younger brother.
Dick scowls. “You’re not supposed to be drinking,” he points out as he jabs a finger at the half-empty bottle and sets it to shaking on the scarred countertop. “Bruce is going to kill you when we get home. Geez, Jay, why did you buy that in the first place?”
“Don’t start lecturing me,” Jason snaps out before he stops to think about what he’s doing. He grabs Dick’s wrist in his hand and squeezes it hard. He imagines that he can feel the small bones in his brother’s wrist grind together and where it should frighten him, the capacity to do such violence to someone that he loves, it makes his cock throb. “I didn’t buy the fucking beer but even if I had, you’re not the boss of me!”
Dick’s eyes are wide and his breath starts to come fast in his chest. He’s not trying to pull away from Jason so much as he’s trying to test the younger boy’s grip.
Following some mad little thread of instinct makes Jason squeeze Dick’s wrist harder than before. He watches as Dick’s cheeks flush with blood and he licks his lips as need makes him lose his grip on what little common sense the beer had left behind.
“Am I hurting you,” Jason asks as he focuses on the way that Dick can’t keep from biting at his bottom lip and squirming.
Dick makes to shake his head, but then thinks better of it. He meets Jason’s eyes after making an obvious effort and then nods his head once. “Y-yes,” he admits softly. He’s so hard and he can’t quite keep from twisting his wrist against the powerful hold of Jason’s callused fingers. “It feels good though.”
The grin that crosses Jason’s face is decidedly predatory. He relinquishes his hold on Dick’s arm and strokes the golden skin that will most certainly have light bruises marring its golden surface. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind for later.”
He looks so hungry as he smiles at Dick and traces cool fingers along the older boy’s forearm, that Dick is tempted to forget the Mission in favor of suggesting that he and Jason get up to something absolutely filthy.
The commotion at the front of the club near the dilapidated stage soon relieves him of that thought. Kids are dropping like flies, the result of an increased dose of the mystery drug, and there are bodies everywhere. They’re unconscious and drooling wrecks as the collapse right where they had been dancing.
Jason taps the comm in a seemingly random pattern as he and Dick start to move in the direction of the chaos. Bruce is somewhere close, and he’ll recognize the signal to send the cops and their medics running in. The two teenagers make their way to the front of the club as fast as they can, pushing past a veritable sea of panicking teenagers that are trying to get out.
It’s a miracle that none of the affected teenagers have been trampled and Jason finds himself rushing to check pulses and make sure that aside from the fact that they are drugged out of their minds, that they’re fine.
Dick calls for Jason from the other side of the room, near the back of the club. He sounds worried and Jason finds himself running to his brother’s side as the sound of sirens starts to fill the air.
When Jason sees the worn burlap sacks filled with glitter and small blue tabs that are designed to deposit its chemical payload directly into the bloodstream, he knows.
“Fucking hell,” Jason breathes as he watches Dick edge around the bags with a frown on his face. “We never even thought that the Scarecrow could have been in on this... Bruce is gonna be so pissed.” He resists the urge to touch the drug, to collect a sample for Bruce to go over later and create a counteragent from it when Gotham PD’s labs fail.
The only reason why Jason doesn’t frown as Dick grabs at his hand and starts pulling him in the direction of the club’s backdoors is because he’s actually looking forward to getting a chance to break into the evidence room later on in the week.
“We have to get away from here,” Dick says as he drags Jason behind him out of the club and into the alleyway behind the club. They hear shouting coming from the club and that only spurs them on to run faster, to race through the dank Gotham alleys as the adrenaline makes them choke.
They make it to one of the safehouses that Bruce keeps in the area and waste no time breaking in. Once the door is locked behind them, Dick flops back against the wall and laughs almost loud enough to drown out the thud that his back makes when it hits the plaster wall. He’s smiling, wide and happy, and he’s practically brimming with his happiness.
It makes Jason want to kiss him (and bite him and gag him and own him).
He doesn’t know what kind of face he’s making as he sits in a chair that shouldn’t be able to support his weight, but Dick’s eyes go wide for a moment in response before they narrow again and he’s staring at Jason as though he’s never seen him before.
“Did you mean it,” Dick asks as he watches Jason pull the knives and the batarangs from out of his pockets and his boots.
Jason glances up at his older brother and raises one eyebrow. “Mean what?”
For once in his life, Dick truly looks shy. He ducks his head so that the long black hair that Alfred’s been begging him to cut swings in front of his face and hides his gorgeous eyes from view. “In the club,” he says softly as he starts move restlessly around the cramped first floor. “You said something about there being a later for this -for us?”
“Goddamn it,” Jason hisses and when Dick’s face falls, he feels like the world’s biggest asshole. “I-it’s not about you-” he starts to say before Dick cuts him off with a harsh laugh.
“It’s never about me is it?” He drags his fingers through his hair and starts to talk as he paces in circles around the room, around Jason. “I’m never going to be the one that people want to keep,” he breathes in a voice that’s steadily on the way to madness. “Even Bruce wound up getting tired of me!” He sounds like he’s going to break and Jason’s up on his feet before he even registers movement.
He holds Dick to him, holds that lean body close and just feels as he shakes and tries to jerk away. Comforting words don’t work. Neither do gentle touches to Dick’s scarred arms.
It’s not exactly instinct when Jason realizes what he has to do. They have several computers at the manor and Bruce has always been a firm believer that if his sons were old enough to train with him and fight crime, that they could have near unlimited access to the internet.
And Jason is nothing if not a smart little fuck.
He reads everything he can find on sex within weeks of his fourteenth birthday. He can probably quote Venus in Furs word for word if he tries and he knows things about rope-tying that Bruce probably doesn’t know. He’s even read a few things by the Marquis du Sade (the books did nothing to help him understand anything aside from the author’s extreme dislike of women).
He likes best the sites he finds on the internet that talk about masters and slaves and owning someone and loving them and knowing when they need a firm hand as opposed to a gentle touch. He’s not as good as Bruce is at reading people’s body language, but he knows that Dick needs something that he’s more than a little bit unwilling to open his mouth and ask for.
Jason doesn’t ask either.
He crowds Dick back up against a wall and presses his brother’s arms up so that they point up at the ceiling. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he promises needlessly as he shifts so that Dick can feel his weight and meet his eyes. “I know I’m not the most romantic sonofabitch out there, but Dick you’re my bro. I know you better than I know myself sometimes and I swear I won’t fucking leave you.”
Jason winds his free hand in Dick’s dark hair and kisses the older boy roughly, taking his mouth and giving no quarter as he fucks his way into that hot mouth and listens to his panting little whimpers, He doesn’t stop kissing Dick when he tastes the salt of tears on his tongue. He doesn’t stop kissing Dick when he feels his brother shudder and sob into his mouth.
Jason stops kissing Dick when he feels the tension seem to leak out of his pores and he sags against Jason’s body with his hands pressed to the younger boy’s chest. The shaking takes a while to abate and they stand in silence for a few moments as Dick tries to come to terms with the part of his mind that is probably quite happy to roll over and beg for more of Jason’s touch.
“That’s it?” Dick’s eyebrows are raised with disbelief and his face is flushed. “That’s all you’re going to do to me?” He makes a funny sort of gesture down at his groin where his cock is pressed out noticeably against the very fine fabric of his pants and blushes when Jason smirks at him.
“Bruce is probably watching us back home,” he reminds Dick almost gleefully as he thinks of the cameras located in every one of Bruce’s safe houses. “There are cameras all over, remember. Do you really want him to know the kind of stuff I want to do with you?”
Dick makes a sound as though he’s been choked and he squeezes his eyes shut. “We should leave,” he whispers as the sound of Jason’s laughter makes him blush. “Um... Later though can I come to your room?”
“Think you can sneak by Alfred?”
Dick laughs and the smile on his face is the brightest thing that Jason has seen all night. “We share a bathroom, Jaybird,” he says as he reaches for Jason and squeezes his brother’s hand once. “I really don’t have to sneak.”
Jason bares his teeth in a satisfied grin and listens to Dick’s breath hitch. He loves the way they look, Dick’s kiss-bruised lips and his flushed cheeks.
They’re not quite marks of ownership, but until Jason can get Dick to wear his collar it’ll have to do.
Author:
miss_synph
Pairing or Characters: Jason Todd/Dick Grayson, Bruce Wayne
Fandom: DC
Rating: R-ish
Summary: Jason always seems to know what Dick needs.
Contains: Underage characters figuring out how to be kinky.
Disclaimer: I so don't own these characters.
Notes: Reactions within are based on my own experiences with kink and on my own subbiness. If it's not similar to your own experiences, that's cool, but I'm writing what I know (as far as emotions and sensations go).
The first time that Jason and Dick even think to start talking about collars and whips and rope Jason is fifteen, Dick is almost eighteen, and they’re playing bait for Batman in the wake of a new drug that has sent almost two dozen teenager to the hospital in the past week.
The kids come into the emergency rooms of Gotham while suffering from the aftereffects of a drug so intense that it causes them to lose control of their inhibitions. Unfortunately, they don’t seem to notice the way that the drug makes their hearts work twice as hard because they’re so high and everything seems to gleam in the light.
Five of the kids die before the first day is out. Their hearts simply give up from the strain. The only clue that anyone has is an ultraviolet stamp from a particular nightclub that operates in the warehouse district. Bruce is a master of disguise, but even he can’t manage to get into a teen hotspot without turning heads.
That’s where Dick and Jason come in.
Jason looks perfectly at home as he sits on a rickety chair at the crappy little bar wearing a torn up pair of skin-tight black jeans and a red tank top that is so tight that it looks painted on. He’s confident and cocky and fierce as fuck as he alternates between flirting with everyone that walks by and keeping an eye out for Dick as the older teen dances with everyone and no one.
Unlike Jason, Dick looks so radiant that it’s actually hard to look at him without wincing and wanting more. He’s one of the older boys at the rave -even if he’s nowhere close to being the tallest- and he looks well fed and sleek as he dances through the crowd, leaving a trail of boys and girls following behind him as he collects information and doges feeble attempts at groping him.
After an hour of dancing, Dick finally makes his way back to Jason’s side to play up to the idea that he’s Jason’s needy little boytoy out slumming for a night. He winds his arms around his adoptive brother’s neck and presses close until barely an inch of space remains between them. His lips brush Jason’s ear as he pretends at nibbling the lobe and his hands stroke restlessly over the younger boy’s back.
“Two boys are already reacting,” he breathes against Jason’s ear, against the tiny comm that’s disguised as an earring. “I didn’t see who gave them the drugs, but everyone here’s doing something. It’s hard to keep track of everything going on with all of the glitter that they’re throwing around.”
They can’t hear Bruce’s response, but it’s not hard to imagine their mentor and father figure telling them to try harder.
“Do you want something to drink,” Jason offers as Dick beams up at him. He nudges his beer forward and tries to ignore the way that Dick’s smile droops and he narrows his eyes at his younger brother.
Dick scowls. “You’re not supposed to be drinking,” he points out as he jabs a finger at the half-empty bottle and sets it to shaking on the scarred countertop. “Bruce is going to kill you when we get home. Geez, Jay, why did you buy that in the first place?”
“Don’t start lecturing me,” Jason snaps out before he stops to think about what he’s doing. He grabs Dick’s wrist in his hand and squeezes it hard. He imagines that he can feel the small bones in his brother’s wrist grind together and where it should frighten him, the capacity to do such violence to someone that he loves, it makes his cock throb. “I didn’t buy the fucking beer but even if I had, you’re not the boss of me!”
Dick’s eyes are wide and his breath starts to come fast in his chest. He’s not trying to pull away from Jason so much as he’s trying to test the younger boy’s grip.
Following some mad little thread of instinct makes Jason squeeze Dick’s wrist harder than before. He watches as Dick’s cheeks flush with blood and he licks his lips as need makes him lose his grip on what little common sense the beer had left behind.
“Am I hurting you,” Jason asks as he focuses on the way that Dick can’t keep from biting at his bottom lip and squirming.
Dick makes to shake his head, but then thinks better of it. He meets Jason’s eyes after making an obvious effort and then nods his head once. “Y-yes,” he admits softly. He’s so hard and he can’t quite keep from twisting his wrist against the powerful hold of Jason’s callused fingers. “It feels good though.”
The grin that crosses Jason’s face is decidedly predatory. He relinquishes his hold on Dick’s arm and strokes the golden skin that will most certainly have light bruises marring its golden surface. “Good to know. I’ll keep that in mind for later.”
He looks so hungry as he smiles at Dick and traces cool fingers along the older boy’s forearm, that Dick is tempted to forget the Mission in favor of suggesting that he and Jason get up to something absolutely filthy.
The commotion at the front of the club near the dilapidated stage soon relieves him of that thought. Kids are dropping like flies, the result of an increased dose of the mystery drug, and there are bodies everywhere. They’re unconscious and drooling wrecks as the collapse right where they had been dancing.
Jason taps the comm in a seemingly random pattern as he and Dick start to move in the direction of the chaos. Bruce is somewhere close, and he’ll recognize the signal to send the cops and their medics running in. The two teenagers make their way to the front of the club as fast as they can, pushing past a veritable sea of panicking teenagers that are trying to get out.
It’s a miracle that none of the affected teenagers have been trampled and Jason finds himself rushing to check pulses and make sure that aside from the fact that they are drugged out of their minds, that they’re fine.
Dick calls for Jason from the other side of the room, near the back of the club. He sounds worried and Jason finds himself running to his brother’s side as the sound of sirens starts to fill the air.
When Jason sees the worn burlap sacks filled with glitter and small blue tabs that are designed to deposit its chemical payload directly into the bloodstream, he knows.
“Fucking hell,” Jason breathes as he watches Dick edge around the bags with a frown on his face. “We never even thought that the Scarecrow could have been in on this... Bruce is gonna be so pissed.” He resists the urge to touch the drug, to collect a sample for Bruce to go over later and create a counteragent from it when Gotham PD’s labs fail.
The only reason why Jason doesn’t frown as Dick grabs at his hand and starts pulling him in the direction of the club’s backdoors is because he’s actually looking forward to getting a chance to break into the evidence room later on in the week.
“We have to get away from here,” Dick says as he drags Jason behind him out of the club and into the alleyway behind the club. They hear shouting coming from the club and that only spurs them on to run faster, to race through the dank Gotham alleys as the adrenaline makes them choke.
They make it to one of the safehouses that Bruce keeps in the area and waste no time breaking in. Once the door is locked behind them, Dick flops back against the wall and laughs almost loud enough to drown out the thud that his back makes when it hits the plaster wall. He’s smiling, wide and happy, and he’s practically brimming with his happiness.
It makes Jason want to kiss him (and bite him and gag him and own him).
He doesn’t know what kind of face he’s making as he sits in a chair that shouldn’t be able to support his weight, but Dick’s eyes go wide for a moment in response before they narrow again and he’s staring at Jason as though he’s never seen him before.
“Did you mean it,” Dick asks as he watches Jason pull the knives and the batarangs from out of his pockets and his boots.
Jason glances up at his older brother and raises one eyebrow. “Mean what?”
For once in his life, Dick truly looks shy. He ducks his head so that the long black hair that Alfred’s been begging him to cut swings in front of his face and hides his gorgeous eyes from view. “In the club,” he says softly as he starts move restlessly around the cramped first floor. “You said something about there being a later for this -for us?”
“Goddamn it,” Jason hisses and when Dick’s face falls, he feels like the world’s biggest asshole. “I-it’s not about you-” he starts to say before Dick cuts him off with a harsh laugh.
“It’s never about me is it?” He drags his fingers through his hair and starts to talk as he paces in circles around the room, around Jason. “I’m never going to be the one that people want to keep,” he breathes in a voice that’s steadily on the way to madness. “Even Bruce wound up getting tired of me!” He sounds like he’s going to break and Jason’s up on his feet before he even registers movement.
He holds Dick to him, holds that lean body close and just feels as he shakes and tries to jerk away. Comforting words don’t work. Neither do gentle touches to Dick’s scarred arms.
It’s not exactly instinct when Jason realizes what he has to do. They have several computers at the manor and Bruce has always been a firm believer that if his sons were old enough to train with him and fight crime, that they could have near unlimited access to the internet.
And Jason is nothing if not a smart little fuck.
He reads everything he can find on sex within weeks of his fourteenth birthday. He can probably quote Venus in Furs word for word if he tries and he knows things about rope-tying that Bruce probably doesn’t know. He’s even read a few things by the Marquis du Sade (the books did nothing to help him understand anything aside from the author’s extreme dislike of women).
He likes best the sites he finds on the internet that talk about masters and slaves and owning someone and loving them and knowing when they need a firm hand as opposed to a gentle touch. He’s not as good as Bruce is at reading people’s body language, but he knows that Dick needs something that he’s more than a little bit unwilling to open his mouth and ask for.
Jason doesn’t ask either.
He crowds Dick back up against a wall and presses his brother’s arms up so that they point up at the ceiling. “I’m not going to hurt you,” he promises needlessly as he shifts so that Dick can feel his weight and meet his eyes. “I know I’m not the most romantic sonofabitch out there, but Dick you’re my bro. I know you better than I know myself sometimes and I swear I won’t fucking leave you.”
Jason winds his free hand in Dick’s dark hair and kisses the older boy roughly, taking his mouth and giving no quarter as he fucks his way into that hot mouth and listens to his panting little whimpers, He doesn’t stop kissing Dick when he tastes the salt of tears on his tongue. He doesn’t stop kissing Dick when he feels his brother shudder and sob into his mouth.
Jason stops kissing Dick when he feels the tension seem to leak out of his pores and he sags against Jason’s body with his hands pressed to the younger boy’s chest. The shaking takes a while to abate and they stand in silence for a few moments as Dick tries to come to terms with the part of his mind that is probably quite happy to roll over and beg for more of Jason’s touch.
“That’s it?” Dick’s eyebrows are raised with disbelief and his face is flushed. “That’s all you’re going to do to me?” He makes a funny sort of gesture down at his groin where his cock is pressed out noticeably against the very fine fabric of his pants and blushes when Jason smirks at him.
“Bruce is probably watching us back home,” he reminds Dick almost gleefully as he thinks of the cameras located in every one of Bruce’s safe houses. “There are cameras all over, remember. Do you really want him to know the kind of stuff I want to do with you?”
Dick makes a sound as though he’s been choked and he squeezes his eyes shut. “We should leave,” he whispers as the sound of Jason’s laughter makes him blush. “Um... Later though can I come to your room?”
“Think you can sneak by Alfred?”
Dick laughs and the smile on his face is the brightest thing that Jason has seen all night. “We share a bathroom, Jaybird,” he says as he reaches for Jason and squeezes his brother’s hand once. “I really don’t have to sneak.”
Jason bares his teeth in a satisfied grin and listens to Dick’s breath hitch. He loves the way they look, Dick’s kiss-bruised lips and his flushed cheeks.
They’re not quite marks of ownership, but until Jason can get Dick to wear his collar it’ll have to do.