How to Train Your Bird pt 2
Title : How to Train Your Bird pt 2
Author : to-shiki
Fandom: The Dark Knight Rises
Pairings : Bane/Blake, maybe some Barsad/Blake real quick like
Rating: PG-13ish, there will be swearing
Warnings: reference of drug use (Bane's a dirty dirty liar if it gets him what he wants), and Stockholm syndrome of sorts. Also, no beta was harmed in the making of this fic. You have been warned.
Summary : prompt from the 1st TDKR kink meme. Chasity devices and orgasm denial
Disclaimer : Totally not my characters. Just the situations they put with are mine. If I really did somehow manage to own the rights Bane and Blake would have at least run into each other during the movie.
Author's Notes: I haven't written anything in so long. Rather disappointed in myself. It's taken me almost 16 pages just to reach the prompt. I'msosorry,OP. The actual prompt will be in pt 3. Promise!
All John could do was stare in mute wonder and nod his consent. Having this powerful man ask him permission for something as simple as washing him was strange in a tingly ‘touch me everywhere, please’ kind of way. He did manage to bunch the sheet up around his slowly recovering cock as Bane rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and set to work.
He soaped up the washrag generously. Gently grabbing his bird’s right ankle he ran the cloth up and down the leanly muscled calf. He could feel the muscles tense briefly at the touch before relaxing once more. Clearly his pet had expected the water to be cold, his touch to be brisk and rough.
Up and down, re-wet and soap, around the toes and slipping up the arch of instep to ankle bone, up the thigh until he was blocked by the sheet. Bane made sure that leg was completely clean of built up sweat and dust before moving on to the left. Every now and then he stole quick glances at his once again docile bird. It was important that he keep himself just as calm so as not to startle his bird into flight. Not that he’d get very far. While he was enjoying his pet, he knew the wrong move or word could make him lose him and his ability to use him against the Batman later.
For his part John couldn’t bring himself to move if the place was coming down around his ears. His hands were loose fists around the sheet. Eyes gradually slid closed as his mouth went lax in pleasure. No one, not even the most caring of foster parents or loving girlfriends had ever given his this kind of attention to his basic needs. Bane found he had to actually watch him from time to time to ensure that he was still breathing.
Slowly, so as not to break the tranquil moment, the leader of the League of Shadows rose from his spot and walked over to the sink to change out the water. He made sure to check the temperature of the bathwater on his way. Finding it suitably hot and full he turned it off. Clean water in hand he returned to his awaiting pet.
Now he knelt behind his boy. He used the same soothing pace to clean his back, shoulders, and arms. Being quite sure of himself he reached around, not caring of the water and suds soaking into his shirt, to wipe down his pet’s chest. Brushing the washrag over pert nipples caused a breathy gasp of surprise to leave his pet’s lips. It was all the encouragement he needed.
He stayed leaning against his bird as he soaped up the rag once more. Leaning the mouth of his mask against the boy’s ear he whispered, “I need you to remove the linen, my pet. I must ensure every inch of you is clean before you can get in the tub.” He let his hand wander down to rest against his pet’s lower abdomen right below his navel. His other hand rested on his bird’s left hip. “Let me see all of you again, my little bird,” he entreated, breathy. “Let me cleanse you once more of the filth that traitor has tainted you with.” He pressed his hand firmly into the flesh below it, left hand squeezing the hip possessively.
His pet let out a throaty whine and literally flung the sheet across the room. Or he tried anyways. As soon as he’d moved his hands Bane had both of his hands massaging his inner thighs right on either side of his renewed erection.
Bane let his hands withdraw to his pet’s hips. A quick tug had the boy was seated in his lap, legs sprawled wide over his own thighs, his own erection straining at the seams. His bird merely reacted by shifting his hips back and forth, right hand reaching back to grasp at Bane’s shoulder. The little breathy moans he didn’t bother to suppress severely tested Bane’s control.
He’s so tempted to just take his pet right there on the bathroom floor. It would be not only memorable but a glorious claiming of his little bird. Just the thought of being sheathed by the smaller man’s body had him struggling to maintain his self-control.
He dragged the washrag across Blake’s belly and down to encase his neglected cock. Blake’s back arched in pleasure as he gasped. He let his head fall back onto Bane’s shoulder, mouth open wide to emit thrilling little sounds of ecstasy. Worn fabric glided smoothly up and down his length pausing every so often to rub over the head. With his hips free he gladly thrust up into Bane’s grasp.
A hand grabbing his left ass cheek failed to interrupt his rhythm. That hand, which literally took up his whole cheek, squeezed in time with his thrusts. The almost massaging nature of it had him thinking it couldn’t get any better.
Then the hand moved.
One gentle nudge of a soapy finger had him coming so hard his vision whited out for a heartbeat. There were even small flecks of multicolored spots floating in his vision once things dimmed down again. Needless to say he was boneless in Bane’s lap, then hand that had once held onto the man’s shoulder now flopped down limp at his side. His head lolled towards the man’s neck, making each gasp for breath taste and smell like a heady mix of earth, sweat, and heat.
It took a good minute to collect his wits. Practically draped over Bane like he was it was hard to miss how the once sensual hold he had on him now turned tense. He could still feel the rock hard length pressing against his ass. That’s when he started to babble.
“I’m sorry! I swear to God I never come that fast! I don’t know why I - maybe it’s because of the drugs? That has to be it! I promise I can last longer than that!” He began tripping over his words, trying his damnedest to explain again and again that he could last much longer than that. No one in the past had ever accused him of being a selfish lover and he refused to have someone think of him like that. All the while his brain was screaming ‘WHY THE FUCK AM I APOLOGIZING? It’s no business of his!’ Badly timed male pride, maybe?
“I just - lemme get that shit out of my system and I can-“ The hand still around his spent cock tightened. Following the silent command he blindly opened his mouth. Right when fingers, three this time, reached his lips he whined, “It’s got soap in it!”
Bane showed how much he cared by squeezing his pet’s cock again in warning. Like the semi-good little bird he was becoming John opened his mouth again to accept his owne the mercenary’s cum-coated digits. He did hum his displeasure at the taste of bitter soap coating his tongue each time Bane wiped up his cum for him to suck off his fingers. He also tried to keep still. The erection nestled in between his ass cheeks felt too big to handle and he had no wish to push his captor into taking him with only soap (if he was lucky) as lube.
Just as suddenly as he had embraced him he let his pet slide off his lap onto the tile as he stood up. He ignored the pained yell and dumped out the basin to refill with clean water. On the walk over to the sink he took a second to adjust himself. Once the basin was filled he walked back to his bird and proceeded to dump it over his bird’s head to rinse off any lingering suds.
Blake just sat there with legs crossed and hands resting limply over his lap, hair plastered to his forehead, silently fuming at the world in general. And at his pathetic self-control. If he kept doing things that pissed the bad man off it was going to be harder to weasel his way out of here. Granted he was trying to figure out why he was so pissed off at him coming.
Natural reaction to being jerked off, after all.
“Get in the tub, pet.” Breath hissing over his shoulder in amusement. “It’s time for you to soak.”
Wordlessly he climbed to his feet and stepped into the bath, accepting Bane’s hand when he nearly slipped from the oils. He slouched down until the water was to his chin. A pleased sigh and eyes closed happily. He didn’t even protest when Bane pulled up the stool next to the bathtub and sat down, one hand reaching in to his submerged chest. Strong, calloused fingers idly brushed over skin slowly softening from the hot water.
If Bane was ever right about anything it was his body enjoying his touch, that’s for sure. He didn’t even bother denying it as his body arched into the caress. “How long have I been with you?” He pitched his voice low, inquisitive but not demanding. “Why me?” The heat soaking into his muscles helped keep him from tensing at the mere thought of being someone’s captive. The hand stroking his belly helped, too.
The fingers stroking his stomach slide up to his throat to trace around his Adam’s apple, outlining a patch of red skin, as Bane hums. “I had my men tailing you for nearly a month before having them escort you to my lair. They watched you help out at that orphanage. Listened in as you questioned the Batman’s whereabouts to anyone who might know.” Blunt fingers traveled higher, outlining barely parted lips. “It must be going on 7 months now that I’ve had you, answering to my every whim.”
“Seven months, huh?” John raised an eyebrow to show how skeptical he was. “My hair’s not any longer than normal and I don’t have some scraggly beard like your men.” He nipped at the roaming fingers. “I’ll call your bullshit and guess only a few days at most.” It took an amazing amount of willpower not to lick those fingers that remained tracing his lips even after the light bite. He was mouthy in more ways than just words, after all.
His watcher chuckled. “That’s where razors and shaving cream come in, pet.” He petted down the long line of his bird’s body. He took one slick hand in his own and placed it on his pet’s thigh. “Every morning you sat so still and prettily for me as I shaved you. Everywhere.” Eyes slanted in amusement as his bird reached over, up to his groin. The oil soaking into his skin made his hairless flesh even smoother.
John couldn’t help the shudder as he stroked his own dick. “Still…Still doesn’t answer why me.” He wiggled in the tub when Bane curled his hand over his left thigh. The grip was positively possessive. It was thrilling.
“Why? Because you are just who I need: you are strong-willed, albeit more foolhardy. You have a cunning mind and are blindingly brave. Loyal. Oh, so very loyal, my Robin. It took me so long to open your eyes to the lies your heroes have filled you with. But once freed you have been helpful in so many ways to my sister’s cause.”
Sister? “Who’s she?”
The mercenary patted his leg like one would a dog before standing. “You will meet her soon.” He reached behind him into the other cabinet and pulled out an overly large towel. “Now come. It is time for sleep.” The towel was held out in obvious invitation/order to be dried off.
“Hmmm. Nope.” John popped the p to help with emphasis on his refusal. He was nice and clean now and as soon as he steps out then he wouldn’t be anymore. The bath was still lethargically inducing hot and he did not want to get out and step on the cold tiles again. He may have unknowingly have said so out loud as he curled up like Bane wouldn’t notice him if positioned just right. And perfectly still. Can’t see you if you don’t move, right?
T-rexes and mercs are all the same, right?
Apparently this merc was, at least. A small put upon sigh and the shutting of the cabinet signaled Bane’s forfeiting of getting John out of the tub. Now that the threat of having to leave the tub was cleared, he stretched out, wrinkled oil-shiny toes stuck out of the water at the other end of the tub. He wiggled his toes in pleasure.
Time passed, how much, he didn’t know nor care. He soaked with eyes closed, arms half floating, cheeks flushed from the heat. It wasn’t until he felt something disturbing the water between his legs that he cracked his eyes open. Suddenly gravity retook his body as the drain was released and water sucked down.
While he was soaking in the tub the rest of the world, and in turn his imprisonment, didn’t exist. He wanted to pout and complain at the man looming over him with towel once more in hand. The fact that the mask made it impossible to read his face, Blake’s mind was too fuzzy from the heat to try and read his eyes, he instead grumbled and slip slid his way to standing. He grudgingly accepted the brisk pat down with the towel. As he started to step out of the bathtub he found himself once more cradled in Bane’s arms. The damp towel laid forgotten half out of the tub.
He was done. Whatever fighting he wanted to do, whatever resistance against Bane with the manipulations he would leave for tomorrow. He didn’t sleep well (i.e. at all) the night before, hadn’t eaten since who knows when, and for all he knew Bane was actually telling the truth. Which could be part of the man’s plan but he wouldn’t be able to figure any of it out until after he’d eaten and had a decent night’s sleep.
With that resolve in mind he let himself drift as he was carried. It was actually quite pleasant to have someone else take care of him. So different from how he grew up. Having a man’s hand on his dick jerking him off was more than a little weird but the bathing? Strange but very acceptable.
He was a good three quarters asleep when he felt Bane lower him onto the bed. He let himself be manhandled as Bane saw fit, almost fully out of it. When his wrists were wrapped up in the bed sheet again (when’d he get that from the bathroom?) he cracked open an eye to half-heartedly glare. “cold.”
The man chuckled and pulled up a blanket folded at the end of the bed. He covered up his pet then turned and walked to the bedroom door. On a peg next to the door hung his sheepskin jacket. He grabbed it, flung it over his shoulder and left. The door lock sliding into place fell on deaf ears as Blake fell asleep.
~*~ ~*~
During the night John tossed and turned, flopping from one side to the other, arms twisted from the movements. His dreams were plagued by the mercenary’s words and actions.
In his dreams he was shooting the breeze with some of the other rookies from the police academy. A call and they were all responding, tires squealing and lights flashing. All of them spilling into the abandoned warehouse with guns at the ready, searching for the reported druggies and their materials. Lights extinguished and confusion and yelling and the sounds of flesh against flesh violently. Hands grabbing him, him struggling, arms like steel bands squeezing the breath from his body.
Waking up in a memory, bound but not naked, not injured. The men around him looking like scruffy warriors yet not harming him or even bothering to go anywhere near his cell. A shadow looming over him then crouching down, feeding him, talking to him over his screaming and profanity. A calm voice, hissing and breathy and high on some notes low on others speaking to him about anything. John screams about justice. Bane speaks calmly about justice. Time passing, John’s tone now matching Bane when speaking about life and consequences of life.
A sigh and he sat at Bane’s feet; completely naked save for cuffs and collar that didn’t itch, while the man sat next with his mysterious sister. Her face was shadowed but he could feel her fingers scratching at his scalp at something he’d said. Warmth flooded his dream self at her praise. An eye twitch and he was sitting on a stool in a much smaller, darker bathroom. Bane was kneeling before him, just as naked with his large hands lathering up his legs, smoothly running a barber’s blade down them. All the while his filtered breathing echoing all around and through him.
Everything fuzzes out he as he rolls onto his side in the waking world. Another dream. Or a memory? And now he’s rolling around on the ground with a man. Not Bane. Too small. He’s much smaller in build than Bane, face a step away from haggard yet tired eyes were laughing. There was a knife or a dagger between them, each trying to free it from the other. Play fighting with a weapon. What could go wrong?
From the corner of his eye he saw Bane enter the room. The distraction cost him. His hands are empty and there’s a blinding pain along his thigh. Shadows over him, laughing cracking jokes at him complaining of a paper cut. Fire burning along his veins.
Nothing but images flashing against closed eyelids after that. A strange man leaning over him, hands on his leg. The man with the laughing eyes holding his leg down, eyes no longer mirthful. Pin pricks and tugging, fresh pain along his thigh. The strange man speaking with Bane and the other quietly, dropping an orange bottle in Bane’s hand.
Eating. Drinking. Choking down pills. The walls flowing around him like water, spinning if he moved his head too quickly. Faceless bodies everywhere screaming at him. Music. An orchestra playing right in his ears but out of sight no matter how much he searched. Screaming. Screaming at Bane, at the man who cut him. Demands that they make them stop the playing. Throwing things when they just stared at him. Heat spreading up from his thigh to all through his body.
Hands grabbing him. Holding him down. He tried to move, to throw the hands off. They didn’t budge. He stilled, groaning quietly, whimpering. Slowly, ever so slowly those hands began to move. They moved over his arms and chest, a light caress. Over his legs slightly harder, relaxing tensed muscles. Barely there fingertips against his brow, cheeks, lips.
All the while he could hear the familiar quiet hissing of Bane’s breathing. His nonsense words mixed in with a foreign language calming him down, drowning out the music. Cool bumpy metal against his forehead, hot moist breath reeking of chemicals against the skin.
“My poor little bird. Return to me now. You are well again, Robin.”
He awoke.
Author : to-shiki
Fandom: The Dark Knight Rises
Pairings : Bane/Blake, maybe some Barsad/Blake real quick like
Rating: PG-13ish, there will be swearing
Warnings: reference of drug use (Bane's a dirty dirty liar if it gets him what he wants), and Stockholm syndrome of sorts. Also, no beta was harmed in the making of this fic. You have been warned.
Summary : prompt from the 1st TDKR kink meme. Chasity devices and orgasm denial
Disclaimer : Totally not my characters. Just the situations they put with are mine. If I really did somehow manage to own the rights Bane and Blake would have at least run into each other during the movie.
Author's Notes: I haven't written anything in so long. Rather disappointed in myself. It's taken me almost 16 pages just to reach the prompt. I'msosorry,OP. The actual prompt will be in pt 3. Promise!
All John could do was stare in mute wonder and nod his consent. Having this powerful man ask him permission for something as simple as washing him was strange in a tingly ‘touch me everywhere, please’ kind of way. He did manage to bunch the sheet up around his slowly recovering cock as Bane rolled up the sleeves of his shirt and set to work.
He soaped up the washrag generously. Gently grabbing his bird’s right ankle he ran the cloth up and down the leanly muscled calf. He could feel the muscles tense briefly at the touch before relaxing once more. Clearly his pet had expected the water to be cold, his touch to be brisk and rough.
Up and down, re-wet and soap, around the toes and slipping up the arch of instep to ankle bone, up the thigh until he was blocked by the sheet. Bane made sure that leg was completely clean of built up sweat and dust before moving on to the left. Every now and then he stole quick glances at his once again docile bird. It was important that he keep himself just as calm so as not to startle his bird into flight. Not that he’d get very far. While he was enjoying his pet, he knew the wrong move or word could make him lose him and his ability to use him against the Batman later.
For his part John couldn’t bring himself to move if the place was coming down around his ears. His hands were loose fists around the sheet. Eyes gradually slid closed as his mouth went lax in pleasure. No one, not even the most caring of foster parents or loving girlfriends had ever given his this kind of attention to his basic needs. Bane found he had to actually watch him from time to time to ensure that he was still breathing.
Slowly, so as not to break the tranquil moment, the leader of the League of Shadows rose from his spot and walked over to the sink to change out the water. He made sure to check the temperature of the bathwater on his way. Finding it suitably hot and full he turned it off. Clean water in hand he returned to his awaiting pet.
Now he knelt behind his boy. He used the same soothing pace to clean his back, shoulders, and arms. Being quite sure of himself he reached around, not caring of the water and suds soaking into his shirt, to wipe down his pet’s chest. Brushing the washrag over pert nipples caused a breathy gasp of surprise to leave his pet’s lips. It was all the encouragement he needed.
He stayed leaning against his bird as he soaped up the rag once more. Leaning the mouth of his mask against the boy’s ear he whispered, “I need you to remove the linen, my pet. I must ensure every inch of you is clean before you can get in the tub.” He let his hand wander down to rest against his pet’s lower abdomen right below his navel. His other hand rested on his bird’s left hip. “Let me see all of you again, my little bird,” he entreated, breathy. “Let me cleanse you once more of the filth that traitor has tainted you with.” He pressed his hand firmly into the flesh below it, left hand squeezing the hip possessively.
His pet let out a throaty whine and literally flung the sheet across the room. Or he tried anyways. As soon as he’d moved his hands Bane had both of his hands massaging his inner thighs right on either side of his renewed erection.
Bane let his hands withdraw to his pet’s hips. A quick tug had the boy was seated in his lap, legs sprawled wide over his own thighs, his own erection straining at the seams. His bird merely reacted by shifting his hips back and forth, right hand reaching back to grasp at Bane’s shoulder. The little breathy moans he didn’t bother to suppress severely tested Bane’s control.
He’s so tempted to just take his pet right there on the bathroom floor. It would be not only memorable but a glorious claiming of his little bird. Just the thought of being sheathed by the smaller man’s body had him struggling to maintain his self-control.
He dragged the washrag across Blake’s belly and down to encase his neglected cock. Blake’s back arched in pleasure as he gasped. He let his head fall back onto Bane’s shoulder, mouth open wide to emit thrilling little sounds of ecstasy. Worn fabric glided smoothly up and down his length pausing every so often to rub over the head. With his hips free he gladly thrust up into Bane’s grasp.
A hand grabbing his left ass cheek failed to interrupt his rhythm. That hand, which literally took up his whole cheek, squeezed in time with his thrusts. The almost massaging nature of it had him thinking it couldn’t get any better.
Then the hand moved.
One gentle nudge of a soapy finger had him coming so hard his vision whited out for a heartbeat. There were even small flecks of multicolored spots floating in his vision once things dimmed down again. Needless to say he was boneless in Bane’s lap, then hand that had once held onto the man’s shoulder now flopped down limp at his side. His head lolled towards the man’s neck, making each gasp for breath taste and smell like a heady mix of earth, sweat, and heat.
It took a good minute to collect his wits. Practically draped over Bane like he was it was hard to miss how the once sensual hold he had on him now turned tense. He could still feel the rock hard length pressing against his ass. That’s when he started to babble.
“I’m sorry! I swear to God I never come that fast! I don’t know why I - maybe it’s because of the drugs? That has to be it! I promise I can last longer than that!” He began tripping over his words, trying his damnedest to explain again and again that he could last much longer than that. No one in the past had ever accused him of being a selfish lover and he refused to have someone think of him like that. All the while his brain was screaming ‘WHY THE FUCK AM I APOLOGIZING? It’s no business of his!’ Badly timed male pride, maybe?
“I just - lemme get that shit out of my system and I can-“ The hand still around his spent cock tightened. Following the silent command he blindly opened his mouth. Right when fingers, three this time, reached his lips he whined, “It’s got soap in it!”
Bane showed how much he cared by squeezing his pet’s cock again in warning. Like the semi-good little bird he was becoming John opened his mouth again to accept his owne the mercenary’s cum-coated digits. He did hum his displeasure at the taste of bitter soap coating his tongue each time Bane wiped up his cum for him to suck off his fingers. He also tried to keep still. The erection nestled in between his ass cheeks felt too big to handle and he had no wish to push his captor into taking him with only soap (if he was lucky) as lube.
Just as suddenly as he had embraced him he let his pet slide off his lap onto the tile as he stood up. He ignored the pained yell and dumped out the basin to refill with clean water. On the walk over to the sink he took a second to adjust himself. Once the basin was filled he walked back to his bird and proceeded to dump it over his bird’s head to rinse off any lingering suds.
Blake just sat there with legs crossed and hands resting limply over his lap, hair plastered to his forehead, silently fuming at the world in general. And at his pathetic self-control. If he kept doing things that pissed the bad man off it was going to be harder to weasel his way out of here. Granted he was trying to figure out why he was so pissed off at him coming.
Natural reaction to being jerked off, after all.
“Get in the tub, pet.” Breath hissing over his shoulder in amusement. “It’s time for you to soak.”
Wordlessly he climbed to his feet and stepped into the bath, accepting Bane’s hand when he nearly slipped from the oils. He slouched down until the water was to his chin. A pleased sigh and eyes closed happily. He didn’t even protest when Bane pulled up the stool next to the bathtub and sat down, one hand reaching in to his submerged chest. Strong, calloused fingers idly brushed over skin slowly softening from the hot water.
If Bane was ever right about anything it was his body enjoying his touch, that’s for sure. He didn’t even bother denying it as his body arched into the caress. “How long have I been with you?” He pitched his voice low, inquisitive but not demanding. “Why me?” The heat soaking into his muscles helped keep him from tensing at the mere thought of being someone’s captive. The hand stroking his belly helped, too.
The fingers stroking his stomach slide up to his throat to trace around his Adam’s apple, outlining a patch of red skin, as Bane hums. “I had my men tailing you for nearly a month before having them escort you to my lair. They watched you help out at that orphanage. Listened in as you questioned the Batman’s whereabouts to anyone who might know.” Blunt fingers traveled higher, outlining barely parted lips. “It must be going on 7 months now that I’ve had you, answering to my every whim.”
“Seven months, huh?” John raised an eyebrow to show how skeptical he was. “My hair’s not any longer than normal and I don’t have some scraggly beard like your men.” He nipped at the roaming fingers. “I’ll call your bullshit and guess only a few days at most.” It took an amazing amount of willpower not to lick those fingers that remained tracing his lips even after the light bite. He was mouthy in more ways than just words, after all.
His watcher chuckled. “That’s where razors and shaving cream come in, pet.” He petted down the long line of his bird’s body. He took one slick hand in his own and placed it on his pet’s thigh. “Every morning you sat so still and prettily for me as I shaved you. Everywhere.” Eyes slanted in amusement as his bird reached over, up to his groin. The oil soaking into his skin made his hairless flesh even smoother.
John couldn’t help the shudder as he stroked his own dick. “Still…Still doesn’t answer why me.” He wiggled in the tub when Bane curled his hand over his left thigh. The grip was positively possessive. It was thrilling.
“Why? Because you are just who I need: you are strong-willed, albeit more foolhardy. You have a cunning mind and are blindingly brave. Loyal. Oh, so very loyal, my Robin. It took me so long to open your eyes to the lies your heroes have filled you with. But once freed you have been helpful in so many ways to my sister’s cause.”
Sister? “Who’s she?”
The mercenary patted his leg like one would a dog before standing. “You will meet her soon.” He reached behind him into the other cabinet and pulled out an overly large towel. “Now come. It is time for sleep.” The towel was held out in obvious invitation/order to be dried off.
“Hmmm. Nope.” John popped the p to help with emphasis on his refusal. He was nice and clean now and as soon as he steps out then he wouldn’t be anymore. The bath was still lethargically inducing hot and he did not want to get out and step on the cold tiles again. He may have unknowingly have said so out loud as he curled up like Bane wouldn’t notice him if positioned just right. And perfectly still. Can’t see you if you don’t move, right?
T-rexes and mercs are all the same, right?
Apparently this merc was, at least. A small put upon sigh and the shutting of the cabinet signaled Bane’s forfeiting of getting John out of the tub. Now that the threat of having to leave the tub was cleared, he stretched out, wrinkled oil-shiny toes stuck out of the water at the other end of the tub. He wiggled his toes in pleasure.
Time passed, how much, he didn’t know nor care. He soaked with eyes closed, arms half floating, cheeks flushed from the heat. It wasn’t until he felt something disturbing the water between his legs that he cracked his eyes open. Suddenly gravity retook his body as the drain was released and water sucked down.
While he was soaking in the tub the rest of the world, and in turn his imprisonment, didn’t exist. He wanted to pout and complain at the man looming over him with towel once more in hand. The fact that the mask made it impossible to read his face, Blake’s mind was too fuzzy from the heat to try and read his eyes, he instead grumbled and slip slid his way to standing. He grudgingly accepted the brisk pat down with the towel. As he started to step out of the bathtub he found himself once more cradled in Bane’s arms. The damp towel laid forgotten half out of the tub.
He was done. Whatever fighting he wanted to do, whatever resistance against Bane with the manipulations he would leave for tomorrow. He didn’t sleep well (i.e. at all) the night before, hadn’t eaten since who knows when, and for all he knew Bane was actually telling the truth. Which could be part of the man’s plan but he wouldn’t be able to figure any of it out until after he’d eaten and had a decent night’s sleep.
With that resolve in mind he let himself drift as he was carried. It was actually quite pleasant to have someone else take care of him. So different from how he grew up. Having a man’s hand on his dick jerking him off was more than a little weird but the bathing? Strange but very acceptable.
He was a good three quarters asleep when he felt Bane lower him onto the bed. He let himself be manhandled as Bane saw fit, almost fully out of it. When his wrists were wrapped up in the bed sheet again (when’d he get that from the bathroom?) he cracked open an eye to half-heartedly glare. “cold.”
The man chuckled and pulled up a blanket folded at the end of the bed. He covered up his pet then turned and walked to the bedroom door. On a peg next to the door hung his sheepskin jacket. He grabbed it, flung it over his shoulder and left. The door lock sliding into place fell on deaf ears as Blake fell asleep.
~*~ ~*~
During the night John tossed and turned, flopping from one side to the other, arms twisted from the movements. His dreams were plagued by the mercenary’s words and actions.
In his dreams he was shooting the breeze with some of the other rookies from the police academy. A call and they were all responding, tires squealing and lights flashing. All of them spilling into the abandoned warehouse with guns at the ready, searching for the reported druggies and their materials. Lights extinguished and confusion and yelling and the sounds of flesh against flesh violently. Hands grabbing him, him struggling, arms like steel bands squeezing the breath from his body.
Waking up in a memory, bound but not naked, not injured. The men around him looking like scruffy warriors yet not harming him or even bothering to go anywhere near his cell. A shadow looming over him then crouching down, feeding him, talking to him over his screaming and profanity. A calm voice, hissing and breathy and high on some notes low on others speaking to him about anything. John screams about justice. Bane speaks calmly about justice. Time passing, John’s tone now matching Bane when speaking about life and consequences of life.
A sigh and he sat at Bane’s feet; completely naked save for cuffs and collar that didn’t itch, while the man sat next with his mysterious sister. Her face was shadowed but he could feel her fingers scratching at his scalp at something he’d said. Warmth flooded his dream self at her praise. An eye twitch and he was sitting on a stool in a much smaller, darker bathroom. Bane was kneeling before him, just as naked with his large hands lathering up his legs, smoothly running a barber’s blade down them. All the while his filtered breathing echoing all around and through him.
Everything fuzzes out he as he rolls onto his side in the waking world. Another dream. Or a memory? And now he’s rolling around on the ground with a man. Not Bane. Too small. He’s much smaller in build than Bane, face a step away from haggard yet tired eyes were laughing. There was a knife or a dagger between them, each trying to free it from the other. Play fighting with a weapon. What could go wrong?
From the corner of his eye he saw Bane enter the room. The distraction cost him. His hands are empty and there’s a blinding pain along his thigh. Shadows over him, laughing cracking jokes at him complaining of a paper cut. Fire burning along his veins.
Nothing but images flashing against closed eyelids after that. A strange man leaning over him, hands on his leg. The man with the laughing eyes holding his leg down, eyes no longer mirthful. Pin pricks and tugging, fresh pain along his thigh. The strange man speaking with Bane and the other quietly, dropping an orange bottle in Bane’s hand.
Eating. Drinking. Choking down pills. The walls flowing around him like water, spinning if he moved his head too quickly. Faceless bodies everywhere screaming at him. Music. An orchestra playing right in his ears but out of sight no matter how much he searched. Screaming. Screaming at Bane, at the man who cut him. Demands that they make them stop the playing. Throwing things when they just stared at him. Heat spreading up from his thigh to all through his body.
Hands grabbing him. Holding him down. He tried to move, to throw the hands off. They didn’t budge. He stilled, groaning quietly, whimpering. Slowly, ever so slowly those hands began to move. They moved over his arms and chest, a light caress. Over his legs slightly harder, relaxing tensed muscles. Barely there fingertips against his brow, cheeks, lips.
All the while he could hear the familiar quiet hissing of Bane’s breathing. His nonsense words mixed in with a foreign language calming him down, drowning out the music. Cool bumpy metal against his forehead, hot moist breath reeking of chemicals against the skin.
“My poor little bird. Return to me now. You are well again, Robin.”
He awoke.