4 Ficlets: Ink and Metal; Sins; Forging a Connection; Antidote | DCU | Various Jason Todd pairings
Title: Ink and Metal
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 946
Prompt: For PB 14: blood wings, injury; For DCU FFA: Wrestling/Grinding
Summary: Dick and Jason discover surprising things about each other.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Ink and Metal
“Would you just let me look, already?” Dick insists, grabbing at the hem of Jason’s shirt, the heavy white material slashed in at least two places and soaked with blood.
Jason twists out of his grip again, stumbles to opposite side of the bedroom in the safe house. “Said no. I can stitch myself up just fine without any help.”
Dick sighs dramatically. Leave it to Jay to let himself be brought to a safe house after getting caught in the back by a switchblade, only to refuse any kind of help.
“You really can’t, little brother,” he says then, chasing Jay down and taking him by the arm again. “It’s way too far up; you won’t be able to reach it.”
“Dammit, Dick, I’m fine,” he hisses through gritted teeth just before Dick manages to get the shirt pulled up over his shoulders, and-
The air seems to be sucked out of the room then, because Dick can’t breathe, his mouth dropped open at the sight that meets him.
There isn’t just a pair of shallow cuts on Jay’s back. Spread across Jason’s shoulders is the most gorgeous artwork Dick has ever seen, a pair of stylized black and red bat wings, unfurled and ready for flight.
“Jay…” he breathes at last.
But his brother pulls out of his grasp again, whirls on him even as he finishes getting his shirt off with a wince. “There, you’ve seen it. Happy?”
Dick isn’t sure what to say, seeing now what looks like … shame in Jason’s eyes, that blue gaze downcast. “You … you didn’t have to hide that from me,” he manages at last.
Jay fixes him with a dark look then, shoving the med kit at him. “Pretty sure Daddy Bats’ rule is ‘no tattoos’. Too easy to identify, remember?”
Scoffing, Dick tugs Jay back to the bed and sits him down, settles behind him and gets to work on those cuts, that thankfully haven’t marred that beautiful ink. “Pretty sure Bruce’s rules are moot at this point,” he says as he ties off a stitch, moving fast. “And I doubt you got that to rebel against the Big Bad Bat.”
Smirking over his shoulder at him, Jason huffs out a laugh. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”
A shrug, and Dick catches Jay’s gaze briefly, one corner of his mouth tugging up. “You think you’re the only one that ever did anything contrary to Bruce’s rules?”
“Oh?” Jay asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“Stop moving, I’m almost done,” Dick chides him then, tying off the last stitch. A quick application of antibacterial gel, a bandage taped over the stitches, and he lays his palm across the center of Jason’s back, between those stylized wings. “There. Now try not to pull those. I don’t want to have to redo them.”
Jason laughs, turning to face Dick on the bed. “Yes, mom. Now spill.”
Dick smirks, knowing there’s no way he’s gonna get away with keeping his own transgression a secret. “All right,” he says, pulling off the top of his uniform to expose his chest. “There. You happy?”
A sputtered laugh erupts from Jay at the sight, and he pounces, flattening Dick to the bed in one quick move. “You seriously have pierced nipples,” he says, his voice turning into a sexy growl that Dick can’t quite ignore as Jay grinds down on him.
“Ah, yeah,” he says, his breath catching in his throat as Jay dips down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing the metal piercing with his tongue and teeth. Dick’s fingers card into Jay’s hair, holding his head in place, and he shivers, managing to add, “Got ‘em in Bludhaven. Ah, three years ago.”
Jay releases Dick’s nipple, gazing up at him heatedly. “Had no idea you were so kinky, Dickie Bird.”
“Says the man with a Bat on his back,” Dick replies, surprised at this unexpected development.
“Yeah, yeah, so I’ve got a pain kink. Whatcha’ gonna do about it?” Jason challenges him with another raised eyebrow, rolling his hips to grind them together again.
And holy shit, Dick really had no idea that they were on the same kinky page. He’s so hard all of a sudden that he can barely think. “This,” he says, getting his hands between them to undo the clasps on his uniform and get his pants and jock down, working Jay’s pants open in turn, and-
There. Oh God, he never imagined it could feel this good with Jay, their cocks sliding against each other. His fingers twine with Jay’s, wrapping around them both as they roll their hips and grind together, his legs encircling Jay’s waist and pulling him closer. So fucking good.
Dipping his head again, Jay catches Dick’s other nipple between his teeth, biting down hard, and it’s all too much. Dick’s body seizes up, the world going sideways around him, and he shouts as he comes, his hips bucking.
Jason screams above him, feral and manic, his release joining Dick’s, hot and slick and spilling over their hands, and then Jay’s finally kissing him, his mouth wicked and wet and everything Dick has ever wanted.
Breaths regained after a long moment, and Jay collapses half on top of Dick, sprawling and heavy. “If I’d known this would happen, I’d have shown you my ink a long time ago,” he says, his voice rough and used.
Dick laughs, wrapping an arm around his brother, his fingers ghosting over the edge of one wing. “Same here,” he replies with a grin, and dropping a kiss on his temple, he pulls Jason close.
~*~*~*~
Title: Sins
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 596
Prompt: For PB 14: sweat, temptation, adrenaline, secret, forgiveness; For DCU FFA: Temptation
Summary: Once upon a time, Bruce thought he knew the strength of temptation.
Disclaimer: DC and WB still own it all, the bastards.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB. Mild warning for references to teenage Jason and dirty-old-man Bruce.
Sins
Once upon a time, Bruce thought he knew the strength of temptation, the way that that lithe form teased him, all hard angles and long muscle, tempting pink tongue and mouth made for pure sin, the way it was only years of training that kept him from acting on his darkest fantasy.
But that was then, and this is now, and there’s sweat sliding into every crevice of his armor as he chases the form of his former partner across the rooftops of Gotham, the aroma of his own adrenaline-fueled arousal filling his nostrils. That long, angular body has grown, filled out and become broad-shouldered, curved in all the right places, and that mouth-well, there’s clearly only one use for that mouth, same now as then, but somehow it’s even more evil, more inviting.
Naturally, Jason would choose now to lead him in a game of hide-and-seek through Gotham’s most dangerous neighborhoods, knowing damn well what he does to Bruce, what he’s always done.
But finally, Bruce manages to catch him, cutting him off via a route that’s changed since Jason was Robin, and that sinful red mouth twists up in a smirk that reminds Bruce of the Devil himself.
“You just gonna stare, or is there something more … engaging that you’d rather be doing?” Jason asks, writhing against him as Bruce holds him in place with iron grips.
And that’s it, fuck temptation, Bruce can’t take it anymore. His body on autopilot, he strips Jason of his jacket and uniform shirt, and shoves his pants out of the way, pressing him face-first against a brick wall on a secluded section of rooftop. He’s prepared, as always, and makes quick work of his own armor and jock, pulling out the supplies he needs before discarding the belt. Protected and slicked, he doesn’t bother with more than a cursory stretching with gloved fingers before shoving into Jason, hard and fast until his hips are nestled against his former partner’s ass.
Jason gasps, arching back against him, his back stretched like a cat, and they move quick against each other, Bruce getting a hand between Jay and the wall, gripping him tight and working him in time with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long then for Jason to tense, a strangled shout escaping him as he clenches around Bruce, spilling his release over Bruce’s gloved hand, and Bruce’s vision goes gray, white noise filling his ears as he comes, his body shuddering as he pumps his hips again, again, and is finally finished.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus, and as soon as Bruce has slipped free of Jason’s body, the shock of what he’s done hits him. It’s wrong. It’s always been wrong.
But … Jason is an adult, as much as he’s an incubus sent from hell to tempt him, to test him in every way, to drive him insane. There’s no changing what’s happened here, and Bruce knows that even though there will be consequences later, seeing as the Red Hood is a murderer and it’s Bruce’s fault that he turned out this way, this wasn’t really a mistake.
Cleaning himself up and redressing as Jason does the same, Bruce says nothing. It’s only when Jason breaks the silence with, “Tomorrow night, then, B?” that he knows this was just the start of something much larger than succumbing to temptation.
“I’ll be here,” he answers simply, and before leaping from the rooftop, Bruce realizes the greater truth here: the aftermath of falling is the beginning of forgiveness … for both their sins.
~*~*~*~
Title: Forging a Connection
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 393
Prompt: For PB 14: uniform, anger, resentment, family, home, motorcycle
Summary: Jay's pretty sure Tim has a death wish.
Disclaimer: DC and WB are ass holes.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Forging a Connection
Pressing Timmy down over the Ducati, Jason leaned in close, whispered in his ear, “Must have a death wish, Baby Bird.”
Tim glared at him over his shoulder, eyes blank beneath the white lenses of his mask. “Not a death wish. Just want to get through to you.”
The implication-family, home, brotherhood, all that shit-struck Jay square in the jaw, as surely as a right hook might’ve, and he growled, gnashing his teeth and twisting Timmy’s arms up further behind his back. One hand holding those arms in place, with Tim thrown over his own bike, and Jason made quick work of their respective uniforms, prepared himself with supplies from Tim’s belt, and shoved into that tight heat.
“Only thing,” he breathed as he moved, slamming into Tim’s ass almost hard enough to overturn the bike, “you’re accomplishing … is getting fucked again. Thought we had an understanding. You don’t come to Crime Alley, and I don’t tear your ass up.”
Beneath him, Tim whimpered and moaned, rocking back to meet Jason’s thrusts. “I figure,” he started, voice small, “that if I can’t get you to see reason and come home, then I can at least, aaah, forge a connection.”
Jason chuckled, his body starting to tingle with impending release. “You wanna forge a connection, should do more than letting me fuck you over your precious Ducati.”
“Maybe you should take me back to your place, then,” Tim shot back, arching against him before shouting, shaking, and spilling on the pavement.
The sudden squeeze around his cock sent a shock of pleasure straight to Jason’s core, and with his own shout, he thrust into Tim again, came hard enough that he knew he’d be sore tomorrow. “Maybe,” he gasped, pulling free and tossing their used condom, “I should do that.”
Standing and tugging his uniform back into place, Tim turned to face him, his cheeks and lips reddened. “Then let’s go.”
Jason smirked darkly, tucking himself back in. “Fine by me. Get your bike and let’s roll.”
When Tim did so, following him home like an angry little lost kitten, Jason knew this wasn’t another one-off in an alley, and despite whatever implications it might have, the thought made him grin wider. They were so gonna tear each other up, just the way Jason wanted it.
~*~*~*~
Title: Antidote
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,069
Prompt: For PB 14: fight, alley, knife, trapped, eyes, mask
Summary: Rose is hopped up serum again, and there seems to be only one way to snap her out of it.
Disclaimer: Damn you, DC.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at the PB.
Antidote
Trapped beneath Rose on the wet pavement in the alley, her blade at his throat, Jason gasped despite himself. Of course she’d fought dirty, catching him off-guard, but Jesus fuck, this chick was crazy.
And Jason knew from crazy.
Her one good eye was wild, her gaze heated, and for one brief second, there was a flare of recognition, of understanding, before it was gone again.
Of course. She was hopped up on that damn serum again.
“Rose,” he whispered harshly, not daring to move with that blade a hair’s breadth from slicing his jugular wide open, his hands pinned beneath her knees. “C’mon, Rose. You know me. Jason. Robin. Remember?”
Her eye narrowed, the other hidden beneath a patch, then she murmured, “Jason?” It was a small victory, but he’d take it.
“Yeah. Jason Todd. You don’t wanna kill me. I’m on your side,” he insisted, fighting the urge to throw her off of him; that’d just get him ripped to shreds.
But Rose was still breathing heavily, a vein in her neck pulsing. “Should kill you,” she hissed, pressing her blade just a tiny bit tighter against his neck.
“Wait, no,” he protested, finally managing to tug a hand free and wrap his fingers around Rose’s where she held the hilt of her sword.
Her hand shook beneath his, and she took a sharp breath. The blade came away from his throat just an inch, but just enough for Jason to know he’d gotten through to her.
“Can’t … can’t think,” she whimpered, squeezing her eye shut and leaning back, letting his other hand slip free.
“It’s okay,” he said, sighing in relief, and after guiding her to drop the sword beside them, the metal clanking against the ground, he slid his hands around her hips, hoping to ground her. When he’d been out of his mind and bent on murder, the only thing that’d stopped him was human contact; maybe that’d work here, too.
And he was right. Rose seemed to deflate then, her shoulders slumping as she planted her hands on Jason’s chest, still straddling him. “Where … where am I?” she asked at last, blinking at him, and finally, there was clarity there, her blue eye searching.
Jason sat up beneath her, cradling her in his lap as he slid his hands up her waist and around to her back. “Gotham,” he answered, catching her gaze. “You showed up ready to kill. Must’ve been dosed with that serum.”
Rose’s eye widened, her eyebrows lifting, but then a a roar rose up from her chest, and her hands were at Jason’s throat, grasping, her teeth gnashed as she fought him.
Jason caught her wrists, though, struggled to still her, and shouted her down, “Rose! Dammit, come on! Chill!”
A shuddered breath, and then Rose seemed to break, her body shaking like a damn leaf as she drew in a gasp, then she loosed a cry of utter despair, collapsing into Jason’s chest. Her hands fisted into his uniform shirt, and she wept, openly.
Only able to hold her through it, Jason wrapped his arms around her again, keeping her close, smoothing down her white hair with a gloved hand, and whispering soothing nonsense to try to get her to calm down.
Some time later, Rose turned her face up to his, her eye puffy and cheeks wet, her lips swollen and red, and with a small breath, she pushed up to kiss Jason hard, biting his lip in the process.
Jason responded automatically, falling into the kiss, but then he got control of himself, grabbed Rose by the shoulders and broke their contact. “The hell?” he breathed, finding her gaze wild again. “You’re not in any shape to do this, and I’m not gonna take advantage. Rose, hey.”
But she shook her head, blinking. “No, I … need … brain feels like fire, Jason. The serum. It does this every fucking time.” Her voice was wrecked, her words choked. “Please.”
And dammit, what the fuck was Jason supposed to say to that? Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her close again, kissed her gently. “Should get you somewhere safe,” he whispered against her lips.
“No. Here. Now,” she demanded. “No guilt. Just … just fuck me, Jason. I need it. ‘S the only thing that’ll stop the serum, outside of a kill.”
That … made entirely too much damn sense, no way she was screwed up so bad that she could make something like that up. So Jason threw himself back into her, kissing her deeply.
Rose got her hands between them and worked open his belt and pants, pulled him out of his jock, and-hot damn, her hands were fucking talented, Jason was hard as a rock in no time. She must’ve had some hidden zipper in her costume, too, because all of a sudden she was sinking down onto him, wet and pulsing, and he gasped, breaking their kiss to draw up his knees and lean forward, giving himself leverage to move.
Jason rolled his hips, thrusting up into her and holding her around the waist, and Rose met him roughly, jerking and slamming down against him, her head tossed back, white hair catching the gleam of the streetlight at the mouth of the alley. It was quick, dirty, and in almost no time Rose was shouting, her body shaking again as she squeezed around him. His own body lit up with searing fire, and Jason chased Rose’s orgasm with his own, coming deep inside her.
When they both regained their breaths, Rose lifted off of him, standing swiftly and zipping up her costume. Her demeanor was completely changed, confident and cold rather than bat-shit crazy and horny.
“The fuck?” Jason asked as he tucked himself away and pushed himself up from the pavement. “You just gonna walk away now? How ‘bout a ‘thank you’?”
Rose just shot him a dark look with her one good eye as she retrieved her sword, sheathing it. “Thanks for the antidote, Jason. Gotta run. Oh, and next time, just fucking kill me.”
And like that, she was gone, jogged out of sight and gunned her bike, leaving Jason alone in the alley and utterly fucking confused.
What the hell had just happened?
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick Grayson/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 946
Prompt: For PB 14: blood wings, injury; For DCU FFA: Wrestling/Grinding
Summary: Dick and Jason discover surprising things about each other.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything, the schmucks.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Ink and Metal
“Would you just let me look, already?” Dick insists, grabbing at the hem of Jason’s shirt, the heavy white material slashed in at least two places and soaked with blood.
Jason twists out of his grip again, stumbles to opposite side of the bedroom in the safe house. “Said no. I can stitch myself up just fine without any help.”
Dick sighs dramatically. Leave it to Jay to let himself be brought to a safe house after getting caught in the back by a switchblade, only to refuse any kind of help.
“You really can’t, little brother,” he says then, chasing Jay down and taking him by the arm again. “It’s way too far up; you won’t be able to reach it.”
“Dammit, Dick, I’m fine,” he hisses through gritted teeth just before Dick manages to get the shirt pulled up over his shoulders, and-
The air seems to be sucked out of the room then, because Dick can’t breathe, his mouth dropped open at the sight that meets him.
There isn’t just a pair of shallow cuts on Jay’s back. Spread across Jason’s shoulders is the most gorgeous artwork Dick has ever seen, a pair of stylized black and red bat wings, unfurled and ready for flight.
“Jay…” he breathes at last.
But his brother pulls out of his grasp again, whirls on him even as he finishes getting his shirt off with a wince. “There, you’ve seen it. Happy?”
Dick isn’t sure what to say, seeing now what looks like … shame in Jason’s eyes, that blue gaze downcast. “You … you didn’t have to hide that from me,” he manages at last.
Jay fixes him with a dark look then, shoving the med kit at him. “Pretty sure Daddy Bats’ rule is ‘no tattoos’. Too easy to identify, remember?”
Scoffing, Dick tugs Jay back to the bed and sits him down, settles behind him and gets to work on those cuts, that thankfully haven’t marred that beautiful ink. “Pretty sure Bruce’s rules are moot at this point,” he says as he ties off a stitch, moving fast. “And I doubt you got that to rebel against the Big Bad Bat.”
Smirking over his shoulder at him, Jason huffs out a laugh. “You’re taking this surprisingly well.”
A shrug, and Dick catches Jay’s gaze briefly, one corner of his mouth tugging up. “You think you’re the only one that ever did anything contrary to Bruce’s rules?”
“Oh?” Jay asks, lifting an eyebrow.
“Stop moving, I’m almost done,” Dick chides him then, tying off the last stitch. A quick application of antibacterial gel, a bandage taped over the stitches, and he lays his palm across the center of Jason’s back, between those stylized wings. “There. Now try not to pull those. I don’t want to have to redo them.”
Jason laughs, turning to face Dick on the bed. “Yes, mom. Now spill.”
Dick smirks, knowing there’s no way he’s gonna get away with keeping his own transgression a secret. “All right,” he says, pulling off the top of his uniform to expose his chest. “There. You happy?”
A sputtered laugh erupts from Jay at the sight, and he pounces, flattening Dick to the bed in one quick move. “You seriously have pierced nipples,” he says, his voice turning into a sexy growl that Dick can’t quite ignore as Jay grinds down on him.
“Ah, yeah,” he says, his breath catching in his throat as Jay dips down and sucks one nipple into his mouth, teasing the metal piercing with his tongue and teeth. Dick’s fingers card into Jay’s hair, holding his head in place, and he shivers, managing to add, “Got ‘em in Bludhaven. Ah, three years ago.”
Jay releases Dick’s nipple, gazing up at him heatedly. “Had no idea you were so kinky, Dickie Bird.”
“Says the man with a Bat on his back,” Dick replies, surprised at this unexpected development.
“Yeah, yeah, so I’ve got a pain kink. Whatcha’ gonna do about it?” Jason challenges him with another raised eyebrow, rolling his hips to grind them together again.
And holy shit, Dick really had no idea that they were on the same kinky page. He’s so hard all of a sudden that he can barely think. “This,” he says, getting his hands between them to undo the clasps on his uniform and get his pants and jock down, working Jay’s pants open in turn, and-
There. Oh God, he never imagined it could feel this good with Jay, their cocks sliding against each other. His fingers twine with Jay’s, wrapping around them both as they roll their hips and grind together, his legs encircling Jay’s waist and pulling him closer. So fucking good.
Dipping his head again, Jay catches Dick’s other nipple between his teeth, biting down hard, and it’s all too much. Dick’s body seizes up, the world going sideways around him, and he shouts as he comes, his hips bucking.
Jason screams above him, feral and manic, his release joining Dick’s, hot and slick and spilling over their hands, and then Jay’s finally kissing him, his mouth wicked and wet and everything Dick has ever wanted.
Breaths regained after a long moment, and Jay collapses half on top of Dick, sprawling and heavy. “If I’d known this would happen, I’d have shown you my ink a long time ago,” he says, his voice rough and used.
Dick laughs, wrapping an arm around his brother, his fingers ghosting over the edge of one wing. “Same here,” he replies with a grin, and dropping a kiss on his temple, he pulls Jason close.
~*~*~*~
Title: Sins
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce Wayne/Jason Todd
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 596
Prompt: For PB 14: sweat, temptation, adrenaline, secret, forgiveness; For DCU FFA: Temptation
Summary: Once upon a time, Bruce thought he knew the strength of temptation.
Disclaimer: DC and WB still own it all, the bastards.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB. Mild warning for references to teenage Jason and dirty-old-man Bruce.
Sins
Once upon a time, Bruce thought he knew the strength of temptation, the way that that lithe form teased him, all hard angles and long muscle, tempting pink tongue and mouth made for pure sin, the way it was only years of training that kept him from acting on his darkest fantasy.
But that was then, and this is now, and there’s sweat sliding into every crevice of his armor as he chases the form of his former partner across the rooftops of Gotham, the aroma of his own adrenaline-fueled arousal filling his nostrils. That long, angular body has grown, filled out and become broad-shouldered, curved in all the right places, and that mouth-well, there’s clearly only one use for that mouth, same now as then, but somehow it’s even more evil, more inviting.
Naturally, Jason would choose now to lead him in a game of hide-and-seek through Gotham’s most dangerous neighborhoods, knowing damn well what he does to Bruce, what he’s always done.
But finally, Bruce manages to catch him, cutting him off via a route that’s changed since Jason was Robin, and that sinful red mouth twists up in a smirk that reminds Bruce of the Devil himself.
“You just gonna stare, or is there something more … engaging that you’d rather be doing?” Jason asks, writhing against him as Bruce holds him in place with iron grips.
And that’s it, fuck temptation, Bruce can’t take it anymore. His body on autopilot, he strips Jason of his jacket and uniform shirt, and shoves his pants out of the way, pressing him face-first against a brick wall on a secluded section of rooftop. He’s prepared, as always, and makes quick work of his own armor and jock, pulling out the supplies he needs before discarding the belt. Protected and slicked, he doesn’t bother with more than a cursory stretching with gloved fingers before shoving into Jason, hard and fast until his hips are nestled against his former partner’s ass.
Jason gasps, arching back against him, his back stretched like a cat, and they move quick against each other, Bruce getting a hand between Jay and the wall, gripping him tight and working him in time with his thrusts. It doesn’t take long then for Jason to tense, a strangled shout escaping him as he clenches around Bruce, spilling his release over Bruce’s gloved hand, and Bruce’s vision goes gray, white noise filling his ears as he comes, his body shuddering as he pumps his hips again, again, and is finally finished.
Slowly, the world comes back into focus, and as soon as Bruce has slipped free of Jason’s body, the shock of what he’s done hits him. It’s wrong. It’s always been wrong.
But … Jason is an adult, as much as he’s an incubus sent from hell to tempt him, to test him in every way, to drive him insane. There’s no changing what’s happened here, and Bruce knows that even though there will be consequences later, seeing as the Red Hood is a murderer and it’s Bruce’s fault that he turned out this way, this wasn’t really a mistake.
Cleaning himself up and redressing as Jason does the same, Bruce says nothing. It’s only when Jason breaks the silence with, “Tomorrow night, then, B?” that he knows this was just the start of something much larger than succumbing to temptation.
“I’ll be here,” he answers simply, and before leaping from the rooftop, Bruce realizes the greater truth here: the aftermath of falling is the beginning of forgiveness … for both their sins.
~*~*~*~
Title: Forging a Connection
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Tim Drake
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 393
Prompt: For PB 14: uniform, anger, resentment, family, home, motorcycle
Summary: Jay's pretty sure Tim has a death wish.
Disclaimer: DC and WB are ass holes.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here on the PB.
Forging a Connection
Pressing Timmy down over the Ducati, Jason leaned in close, whispered in his ear, “Must have a death wish, Baby Bird.”
Tim glared at him over his shoulder, eyes blank beneath the white lenses of his mask. “Not a death wish. Just want to get through to you.”
The implication-family, home, brotherhood, all that shit-struck Jay square in the jaw, as surely as a right hook might’ve, and he growled, gnashing his teeth and twisting Timmy’s arms up further behind his back. One hand holding those arms in place, with Tim thrown over his own bike, and Jason made quick work of their respective uniforms, prepared himself with supplies from Tim’s belt, and shoved into that tight heat.
“Only thing,” he breathed as he moved, slamming into Tim’s ass almost hard enough to overturn the bike, “you’re accomplishing … is getting fucked again. Thought we had an understanding. You don’t come to Crime Alley, and I don’t tear your ass up.”
Beneath him, Tim whimpered and moaned, rocking back to meet Jason’s thrusts. “I figure,” he started, voice small, “that if I can’t get you to see reason and come home, then I can at least, aaah, forge a connection.”
Jason chuckled, his body starting to tingle with impending release. “You wanna forge a connection, should do more than letting me fuck you over your precious Ducati.”
“Maybe you should take me back to your place, then,” Tim shot back, arching against him before shouting, shaking, and spilling on the pavement.
The sudden squeeze around his cock sent a shock of pleasure straight to Jason’s core, and with his own shout, he thrust into Tim again, came hard enough that he knew he’d be sore tomorrow. “Maybe,” he gasped, pulling free and tossing their used condom, “I should do that.”
Standing and tugging his uniform back into place, Tim turned to face him, his cheeks and lips reddened. “Then let’s go.”
Jason smirked darkly, tucking himself back in. “Fine by me. Get your bike and let’s roll.”
When Tim did so, following him home like an angry little lost kitten, Jason knew this wasn’t another one-off in an alley, and despite whatever implications it might have, the thought made him grin wider. They were so gonna tear each other up, just the way Jason wanted it.
~*~*~*~
Title: Antidote
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Jason Todd/Rose Wilson
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1,069
Prompt: For PB 14: fight, alley, knife, trapped, eyes, mask
Summary: Rose is hopped up serum again, and there seems to be only one way to snap her out of it.
Disclaimer: Damn you, DC.
Author's Notes: Originally posted here at the PB.
Antidote
Trapped beneath Rose on the wet pavement in the alley, her blade at his throat, Jason gasped despite himself. Of course she’d fought dirty, catching him off-guard, but Jesus fuck, this chick was crazy.
And Jason knew from crazy.
Her one good eye was wild, her gaze heated, and for one brief second, there was a flare of recognition, of understanding, before it was gone again.
Of course. She was hopped up on that damn serum again.
“Rose,” he whispered harshly, not daring to move with that blade a hair’s breadth from slicing his jugular wide open, his hands pinned beneath her knees. “C’mon, Rose. You know me. Jason. Robin. Remember?”
Her eye narrowed, the other hidden beneath a patch, then she murmured, “Jason?” It was a small victory, but he’d take it.
“Yeah. Jason Todd. You don’t wanna kill me. I’m on your side,” he insisted, fighting the urge to throw her off of him; that’d just get him ripped to shreds.
But Rose was still breathing heavily, a vein in her neck pulsing. “Should kill you,” she hissed, pressing her blade just a tiny bit tighter against his neck.
“Wait, no,” he protested, finally managing to tug a hand free and wrap his fingers around Rose’s where she held the hilt of her sword.
Her hand shook beneath his, and she took a sharp breath. The blade came away from his throat just an inch, but just enough for Jason to know he’d gotten through to her.
“Can’t … can’t think,” she whimpered, squeezing her eye shut and leaning back, letting his other hand slip free.
“It’s okay,” he said, sighing in relief, and after guiding her to drop the sword beside them, the metal clanking against the ground, he slid his hands around her hips, hoping to ground her. When he’d been out of his mind and bent on murder, the only thing that’d stopped him was human contact; maybe that’d work here, too.
And he was right. Rose seemed to deflate then, her shoulders slumping as she planted her hands on Jason’s chest, still straddling him. “Where … where am I?” she asked at last, blinking at him, and finally, there was clarity there, her blue eye searching.
Jason sat up beneath her, cradling her in his lap as he slid his hands up her waist and around to her back. “Gotham,” he answered, catching her gaze. “You showed up ready to kill. Must’ve been dosed with that serum.”
Rose’s eye widened, her eyebrows lifting, but then a a roar rose up from her chest, and her hands were at Jason’s throat, grasping, her teeth gnashed as she fought him.
Jason caught her wrists, though, struggled to still her, and shouted her down, “Rose! Dammit, come on! Chill!”
A shuddered breath, and then Rose seemed to break, her body shaking like a damn leaf as she drew in a gasp, then she loosed a cry of utter despair, collapsing into Jason’s chest. Her hands fisted into his uniform shirt, and she wept, openly.
Only able to hold her through it, Jason wrapped his arms around her again, keeping her close, smoothing down her white hair with a gloved hand, and whispering soothing nonsense to try to get her to calm down.
Some time later, Rose turned her face up to his, her eye puffy and cheeks wet, her lips swollen and red, and with a small breath, she pushed up to kiss Jason hard, biting his lip in the process.
Jason responded automatically, falling into the kiss, but then he got control of himself, grabbed Rose by the shoulders and broke their contact. “The hell?” he breathed, finding her gaze wild again. “You’re not in any shape to do this, and I’m not gonna take advantage. Rose, hey.”
But she shook her head, blinking. “No, I … need … brain feels like fire, Jason. The serum. It does this every fucking time.” Her voice was wrecked, her words choked. “Please.”
And dammit, what the fuck was Jason supposed to say to that? Sliding a hand around the back of her neck, he pulled her close again, kissed her gently. “Should get you somewhere safe,” he whispered against her lips.
“No. Here. Now,” she demanded. “No guilt. Just … just fuck me, Jason. I need it. ‘S the only thing that’ll stop the serum, outside of a kill.”
That … made entirely too much damn sense, no way she was screwed up so bad that she could make something like that up. So Jason threw himself back into her, kissing her deeply.
Rose got her hands between them and worked open his belt and pants, pulled him out of his jock, and-hot damn, her hands were fucking talented, Jason was hard as a rock in no time. She must’ve had some hidden zipper in her costume, too, because all of a sudden she was sinking down onto him, wet and pulsing, and he gasped, breaking their kiss to draw up his knees and lean forward, giving himself leverage to move.
Jason rolled his hips, thrusting up into her and holding her around the waist, and Rose met him roughly, jerking and slamming down against him, her head tossed back, white hair catching the gleam of the streetlight at the mouth of the alley. It was quick, dirty, and in almost no time Rose was shouting, her body shaking again as she squeezed around him. His own body lit up with searing fire, and Jason chased Rose’s orgasm with his own, coming deep inside her.
When they both regained their breaths, Rose lifted off of him, standing swiftly and zipping up her costume. Her demeanor was completely changed, confident and cold rather than bat-shit crazy and horny.
“The fuck?” Jason asked as he tucked himself away and pushed himself up from the pavement. “You just gonna walk away now? How ‘bout a ‘thank you’?”
Rose just shot him a dark look with her one good eye as she retrieved her sword, sheathing it. “Thanks for the antidote, Jason. Gotta run. Oh, and next time, just fucking kill me.”
And like that, she was gone, jogged out of sight and gunned her bike, leaving Jason alone in the alley and utterly fucking confused.
What the hell had just happened?
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