Fic: Undercover Gone Awry
Title: Undercover Gone Awry
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Tim/Original Character, Dick
Summary: Undercover Missions don't always go as planned.
Tim's thrusting into the girl, trying to remember her name, and failing miserably. Mainly because he doesn't really want to try all that hard right now to remember it. He guesses that in the long run it really doesn't matter what her name is. After all, she's shaking, and clenching, and calling him Ryan, so it's not really Tim fucking her, right? Undercover missions...sometimes they go completely right, and sometimes you're left fucking some girl who reminds you a little too much of an evil version of your ex. Tim would sigh, if he wasn't so busy panting.
She's clawing at him, and he's not sure if he likes that or not, but he guesses that Ryan can just go with it. After all, he only has to get her to come, and then he can flee, and freak right the hell out like he so desperately wants to.
The girl has impressively long fake nails, which are leaving even more impressive scratches down his arms. He'll have to come up with a way to explain those away, or he could, for once in his life, just tell the truth about how he got this injury. Tim remembers that he has to meet Nightwing later and talk about what he's learned from his target. The answers are nothing even remotely close to; 'well, she gets really wet...really fast, and likes to use her teeth.' Tim wants to bash his head off of something nice and solid.
This wasn't supposed to happen, but he couldn't really get out of it without risking too much, and his scars only helped his cover more. He wonders what would happen if Ryan were to just tell her to fucking come already. She might actually like that. Hell, he might even actually like that. Except for the fact that he's never actually done this before, and its really awkward. It's a good thing that she's not on top, or maybe its not. He doesn't know. All he knows is that her eyes are rolling back in her head, which is great, because that means that she can't see whatever the hell expression is on his face. He's not sure if he looks terrified, or if there's too much going on for that emotion to come through, but he really wants to just roll away and run like hell.
She's panting even harder now, and moving underneath him in a far more impatient way. When she finally comes she falls back onto the bed with a sigh. Tim pulls out, and works on not making any disgusted facial expressions. He makes an excuse about people waiting for him and another time. He really hopes that there isn't another time...not with her, and not like this. Tim gathers his things, and leaves as quickly as possible, and if he's using Robin's speed and agility to get out of here before she can even say anything to him then that's just fine with him.
Tim gets exactly four blocks away before he vomits over the side of a rooftop. Dick is behind him before he's even done heaving, which is just great. He wanted some freak out time, and it looks like he's not going to get it. Tim tries to pull himself together before he turns around to face Dick. He knows from the piteous expression on Nightwing's face that he hasn't really succeeded at all with that task. "What happened, little brother?"
The question makes Tim want to vomit again. He can't talk about it. He just can't. "Nothing, I just had a close call that shook me up a bit. That's all. I'm fine."
Dick looks about as convinced with that answer as Bruce is happy when Joker escapes. "No, really what happened?"
"Nothing, my cover is fully intact, and that's all that matters."
Dick stares at him for a moment before his facial expression becomes one of horror. "You...Tim, did you do something for the mission that...Tim, what did you do?"
Dick looks like he's about to vomit now, and that makes Tim's stomach drop even more. This...it wasn't supposed to go this way. None of it was supposed to be this way. He was supposed to pull himself together, meet Dick, have their normal discussion, and Tim was supposed to go home and flip out on his own. There wasn't supposed to be any horrified glances and general concern from Dick. It was supposed to be simple.
"Tim? Timmy, talk to me."
"I...I can't." Tim stares down at the ground, and tries not to squeeze his eyes shut.
"Yes, you can. Just tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you, or...or do whatever you think I'm going to do."
Tim just stares at him for a moment, because even Tim isn't sure what he thinks Dick is going to do...how he's going to respond. "I...I...she...we...it..."Tim takes a breath, and runs a hand through his hair. "There was...a problem...I had to...it was consensual, so I don't really have any right to be freaking out right now."
Dick just blinks at him for a few moments, before he seemingly pulls himself back together. "You...you had sex with her?" Tim nods, but doesn't say anything. "You...weren't you a virgin?" Tim nods mutely again. "She...does she know that she was your first?"
Tim shakes his head. "I...that wasn't something that...the target didn't need to know that information. Besides, Ryan is actually supposed to be attracted to her, and he really has no reason to object to that type of thing. Especially with his background, and the way he talks...the way he boasts."
Dick raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so Ryan didn't have any reason to object, and therefore, has no reason to have a mental breakdown right now, but what about Tim Drake?"
Tim shrugs. "Tim Drake is...Robin is...a failure."
Dick's eyes widen behind his mask. "What? You think...WHAT?"
Tim's gaze falls to the ground. "Tim Drake would have stuck by his...convictions, and would have never done anything of the kind, especially not with someone like Sabina Monte, and as for Robin? Well, he never would do such a thing while on the job, and certainly not with a criminal. As far as being undercover goes...well, I never should have gotten into a situation where it was necessary to...to do what I did."
"You mean to have sex with...."
Tim holds up a hand to stop Dick from speaking. "I...I should have been better. It...it doesn't matter."
Dick looks hurt...no, Dick looks like he's hurting for Tim. "Timmy," He steps closer and gathers Tim into a hug. "You never should have had to do what you did. Not for the mission...not for...not for anything."
Tim shakes his head against Dick's chest. "No, the mission comes first. This mission always comes first. That's the end of it. Now, let me go." Tim pushes away from Dick, but Dick just holds him tighter.
"No, no, little brother. You need this. You need the comfort, and I need to give it to you."
Tim can feel tears prickling at the edges of his vision, but he refuses to cry. He's not some rape victim. He made a choice. The obvious choice. The choice that got him one step closer to his target and will, hopefully, make this assignment end soon...sooner than...
Tim doesn't know who he's kidding. The truth is this would all be so much easier...so much better if it had been rape, because he didn't especially enjoy the sex, but it wasn't necessarily bad either, which is just making the entire situation even more fucked up. He'll do anything for the mission, he's always known that, but this...this isn't sane, and he knows that too.
Dick tightens his hold on him. "Shh, little brother, I've got you. It's going to be okay."
Tim isn't sure when he started crying, but he can't make himself stop, and he knows he's sobbing now, but he can't do anything about that, either. Dick shifts slightly gathering him into a more effective hold. "I'm going to give you something that won't make it better, but at least you'll be able to sleep."
Tim doesn't get a chance to protest before Dick gasses him. He feels strong arms wrap around him, and he can hear Dick's soft comforting tone as he slowly passes out. Tim knows that things won't be better in the morning...not unless, somehow, they can erase this night, but as his eyes slip close, and he can feel the knockout gas take effect, Tim is grateful for one thing, and that's that he has such a caring older brother.
The End
Rated NC-17
Disclaimer: I do not own them.
Characters: Tim/Original Character, Dick
Summary: Undercover Missions don't always go as planned.
Tim's thrusting into the girl, trying to remember her name, and failing miserably. Mainly because he doesn't really want to try all that hard right now to remember it. He guesses that in the long run it really doesn't matter what her name is. After all, she's shaking, and clenching, and calling him Ryan, so it's not really Tim fucking her, right? Undercover missions...sometimes they go completely right, and sometimes you're left fucking some girl who reminds you a little too much of an evil version of your ex. Tim would sigh, if he wasn't so busy panting.
She's clawing at him, and he's not sure if he likes that or not, but he guesses that Ryan can just go with it. After all, he only has to get her to come, and then he can flee, and freak right the hell out like he so desperately wants to.
The girl has impressively long fake nails, which are leaving even more impressive scratches down his arms. He'll have to come up with a way to explain those away, or he could, for once in his life, just tell the truth about how he got this injury. Tim remembers that he has to meet Nightwing later and talk about what he's learned from his target. The answers are nothing even remotely close to; 'well, she gets really wet...really fast, and likes to use her teeth.' Tim wants to bash his head off of something nice and solid.
This wasn't supposed to happen, but he couldn't really get out of it without risking too much, and his scars only helped his cover more. He wonders what would happen if Ryan were to just tell her to fucking come already. She might actually like that. Hell, he might even actually like that. Except for the fact that he's never actually done this before, and its really awkward. It's a good thing that she's not on top, or maybe its not. He doesn't know. All he knows is that her eyes are rolling back in her head, which is great, because that means that she can't see whatever the hell expression is on his face. He's not sure if he looks terrified, or if there's too much going on for that emotion to come through, but he really wants to just roll away and run like hell.
She's panting even harder now, and moving underneath him in a far more impatient way. When she finally comes she falls back onto the bed with a sigh. Tim pulls out, and works on not making any disgusted facial expressions. He makes an excuse about people waiting for him and another time. He really hopes that there isn't another time...not with her, and not like this. Tim gathers his things, and leaves as quickly as possible, and if he's using Robin's speed and agility to get out of here before she can even say anything to him then that's just fine with him.
Tim gets exactly four blocks away before he vomits over the side of a rooftop. Dick is behind him before he's even done heaving, which is just great. He wanted some freak out time, and it looks like he's not going to get it. Tim tries to pull himself together before he turns around to face Dick. He knows from the piteous expression on Nightwing's face that he hasn't really succeeded at all with that task. "What happened, little brother?"
The question makes Tim want to vomit again. He can't talk about it. He just can't. "Nothing, I just had a close call that shook me up a bit. That's all. I'm fine."
Dick looks about as convinced with that answer as Bruce is happy when Joker escapes. "No, really what happened?"
"Nothing, my cover is fully intact, and that's all that matters."
Dick stares at him for a moment before his facial expression becomes one of horror. "You...Tim, did you do something for the mission that...Tim, what did you do?"
Dick looks like he's about to vomit now, and that makes Tim's stomach drop even more. This...it wasn't supposed to go this way. None of it was supposed to be this way. He was supposed to pull himself together, meet Dick, have their normal discussion, and Tim was supposed to go home and flip out on his own. There wasn't supposed to be any horrified glances and general concern from Dick. It was supposed to be simple.
"Tim? Timmy, talk to me."
"I...I can't." Tim stares down at the ground, and tries not to squeeze his eyes shut.
"Yes, you can. Just tell me what happened. I promise I won't judge you, or...or do whatever you think I'm going to do."
Tim just stares at him for a moment, because even Tim isn't sure what he thinks Dick is going to do...how he's going to respond. "I...I...she...we...it..."Tim takes a breath, and runs a hand through his hair. "There was...a problem...I had to...it was consensual, so I don't really have any right to be freaking out right now."
Dick just blinks at him for a few moments, before he seemingly pulls himself back together. "You...you had sex with her?" Tim nods, but doesn't say anything. "You...weren't you a virgin?" Tim nods mutely again. "She...does she know that she was your first?"
Tim shakes his head. "I...that wasn't something that...the target didn't need to know that information. Besides, Ryan is actually supposed to be attracted to her, and he really has no reason to object to that type of thing. Especially with his background, and the way he talks...the way he boasts."
Dick raises an eyebrow at him. "Okay, so Ryan didn't have any reason to object, and therefore, has no reason to have a mental breakdown right now, but what about Tim Drake?"
Tim shrugs. "Tim Drake is...Robin is...a failure."
Dick's eyes widen behind his mask. "What? You think...WHAT?"
Tim's gaze falls to the ground. "Tim Drake would have stuck by his...convictions, and would have never done anything of the kind, especially not with someone like Sabina Monte, and as for Robin? Well, he never would do such a thing while on the job, and certainly not with a criminal. As far as being undercover goes...well, I never should have gotten into a situation where it was necessary to...to do what I did."
"You mean to have sex with...."
Tim holds up a hand to stop Dick from speaking. "I...I should have been better. It...it doesn't matter."
Dick looks hurt...no, Dick looks like he's hurting for Tim. "Timmy," He steps closer and gathers Tim into a hug. "You never should have had to do what you did. Not for the mission...not for...not for anything."
Tim shakes his head against Dick's chest. "No, the mission comes first. This mission always comes first. That's the end of it. Now, let me go." Tim pushes away from Dick, but Dick just holds him tighter.
"No, no, little brother. You need this. You need the comfort, and I need to give it to you."
Tim can feel tears prickling at the edges of his vision, but he refuses to cry. He's not some rape victim. He made a choice. The obvious choice. The choice that got him one step closer to his target and will, hopefully, make this assignment end soon...sooner than...
Tim doesn't know who he's kidding. The truth is this would all be so much easier...so much better if it had been rape, because he didn't especially enjoy the sex, but it wasn't necessarily bad either, which is just making the entire situation even more fucked up. He'll do anything for the mission, he's always known that, but this...this isn't sane, and he knows that too.
Dick tightens his hold on him. "Shh, little brother, I've got you. It's going to be okay."
Tim isn't sure when he started crying, but he can't make himself stop, and he knows he's sobbing now, but he can't do anything about that, either. Dick shifts slightly gathering him into a more effective hold. "I'm going to give you something that won't make it better, but at least you'll be able to sleep."
Tim doesn't get a chance to protest before Dick gasses him. He feels strong arms wrap around him, and he can hear Dick's soft comforting tone as he slowly passes out. Tim knows that things won't be better in the morning...not unless, somehow, they can erase this night, but as his eyes slip close, and he can feel the knockout gas take effect, Tim is grateful for one thing, and that's that he has such a caring older brother.
The End