Want
Title: Want
Author: Wisia
Disclaimer: Own nothing from DC.
Rating: M
Verse: Metamorphosis
Characters: Tim Drake, Ra’s al Ghul
Summary: Only Ra’s wants Timothy, regardless of gender.
Warnings: Ra’s being touchy feely, creepy old pedophile.
Author’s Note: For mistressarachne. Because of that lovely headcanon about female cycles.
It seems I always underestimate when I’ll write something. >< And whelp, never a clear idea where I’m going…
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The colors were off, a muted set of notes in triplets that didn’t fit the score of the room. The air was thick, heavy with that familiar Jasmine, and the sheer off white curtains that hung from the frame of the bedposts swung to an odd tune played by a breeze from the French window cracked open a smidge.
“You drugged me,” Tim stated, taking everything a second time. There was a low ache in his nether regions, throbbing, pulsing, and Tim had a start. He was having his…menstrual for the third time.
“I’m afraid you will suffer a painful menstrual cycle for the rest of your life,” Ra’s said, apologetic. “It is an unintended side effect.”
Tim snorted. “A side effect? Ra’s, you took my body and made me female.”
He pushed the blankets off. He didn’t see any blood.
“Your cycle finished while you were asleep.”
Tim was relieved. That it was over, but to think he’ll have to do this every month made him grimace. And that he was out for two days. Tim moved to flick the blankets back over himself, but Ra’s was there to stop it.
“Ra’s. I’m not in the mood for you to play your games.” Tim tugged at the blankets, and Ra’s kept it firmly down. “I’m tired. I ache and you are the cause of this headache that is starting to form.”
Ra’s steadily ignored him, sliding an arm under Tim’s legs, the other arm coming to rest behind Tim’s back. Effortlessly, he lifted Tim.
“Ra’s!”
And Tim wrapped his arms around Ra’s’ neck for fear of falling. His head pounded, and he felt sick.
“Be calm. I merely wish to make amends.”
Ra’s carried him to the bathroom where a bath was drawn. He bit his lips, unsure of what to make of Ra’s unexpected gesture.
“You drew me a bath?” Tim voiced when Ra’s gently sat him down on the edge of the tub. He could see the steam in the air and oh, this was where the scent of Jasmine came from, concentrated in all its heavenly wafting smell. There were even actual Jasmine flowers floating in the steamy water, making ripples.
“Your muscles are sore, are they not?” Ra’s gaze was piercing.
“As I’ve said, entirely your cause.”
“And I do take account for that.” With that Ra’s placed his hands on Tim’s shoulder. He slowly slipped the fabric of the nightgown off Tim’s shoulder, and Tim colored at the intimacy. At Ra’s cool hands and fingers resting on the bare skin in a contemplative pause. At the change he still wasn’t unaccustomed to.
“You are too thin even after being in my care for this long.”
Then Ra’s drew the rest of the gown off to waist, pulling Tim upward so it dropped to the floor. Tim didn’t look down. He kept his gaze firmly focused on Ra’s’ chest as the man placed him into the water. The heat sang and curled around his skin, sweet and delicate to each tender point and Tim sighed.
“This doesn’t mean I’ll sleep with you,” he informed Ra’s.
“I did not expect you to,” Ra’s said, and he took the spot Tim previously occupied. Watching. “Not quite so soon.”
“You mean never.” Tim wriggled his fingers in the bath delightedly, and Jasmine buds swam around him. He was starting to get used to the scent to the point of liking it, despite the association with Ra’s.
Then Ra’s chuckled and Tim looked over to him warily. He sank into the water, deeper. Suddenly aware. Reminded. That he wasn’t a male. And Ra’s still wanted…
“Tell me, Detective. What do you suppose will be should you escape?”
Tim didn’t answer. That was a question that Tim thought about repeatedly. In fact, every spare moment that was free and was safe, Tim whispered to Kon. Whispered to him where he was. Whispered how much he wanted to be home.
“Ah, how about the clone?” Ra’s continued, not bothered by Tim’s silence at all and as if reading his thoughts directly. “Do you think he’ll be pleased with your new form?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Tim hadn’t whispered that to Kon. He hadn’t even thought about it. And he thought about it now. It wouldn’t matter. Shouldn’t matter because he was still Tim.
But Ra’s words were creeping, perverting. “I imagine he will want you. Because he will be stunned. He will see what I see now that you are of the female persuasion.”
Tim sank lower into the water.
“I’m still the same regardless of gender.”
“Only to me,” Ra’s countered. “He will want your body.”
Tim turned away, back facing Ra’s. He studied the tiles on the wall, counting each peach tanned stone of raised leaves and flowers. Because Ra’s was a glib tongue with the finest rhetoric, and he refused. Refused to listen, to have his will tested-but Ra’s was purring, the warm water relaxing and his head giddy and heady.
“He will want this.”
Ra’s hands fell onto his hair, long enough to fan over the water. His voice was seductive and warm, promises of the most sinful kind delivered straight to Tim’s ear.
“And only this. But me? Your body only mattered for the purpose of bearing an heir.”
Tim tingled at the declaration. To be wanted so much, and Ra’s was tipping his head backward, kiss stamped to forehead, searing.
“And I want you, Timothy, regardless.”
Muted Fetter