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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Bruce_Wayne
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      mentions_of_alfred, mainly_smut, and_a_bit_morally_damning, no_one_dies,
      Despite_the_title
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-03-10 Words: 1621
****** Just Died in your Arms Tonight ******
by Atomics
Summary
     Bruce knew he shouldn't, but how could he resist his boy? His light
     in the darkness, how could he deny him anything?
Notes
     Alright so this was my first time writing something like this, and by
     like this i mean smutty. And yes, i know i'm going to hell so go
     ahead and read this and join the party. It says underage for a
     reason. Dick's about (lateish) 14 here, but imagine him as you will.
     (If any of you read A Baptism of Fire, this was originally made with
     that verse in mind a while ago, but as i progressed I realized it
     wouldn't be used in that story. So decided I might as well post it
     here separately.)
“What- what are you wearing, Dick?” His voice sounded strained, nearly cracking
off at the boy’s name. The same boy, no more than a child, Bruce. Remember
that. The same boy who now stood at the foot of his bed, wearing what looked
like nothing but one of Bruce’s button down shirts, actually Bruce knew exactly
what shirt that was. The one he had worn and discarded yesterday.
It had fit him perfectly of course, but on Dick it hung off in a way he could
only describe as tantalizing, sinful. The first few buttons left undone the
shirt hung down to nearly his mid thighs and his expression. Dick looked so..
nervous as if he expected to be scolded for wearing Bruce’s things. But Bruce
had never loved the shirt more. Sleeves rolled up haphazardly in a way that
would make Alfred cringe. And oh god Alfred. What would he think? If he saw
Dick standing there, wearing that in Bruce’s room. If he could hear what’s
going through my mind. He’d never look at me the same. He’d-
“Bruce..I’m sorry, it just, it smelt like you do and I didn’t know if you were
coming home tonight..” The boy’s teeth worried on his lower lip and Bruce
wanted to whine, he could hardly breathe, let alone think. How can I deny him
this?
“You need to change.” His teeth were clenched and even if Dick were only half
as smart as Bruce knew him to be, he still would have been able to see right
through it.
So he really should have been expecting the shy smile, the sort that almost
looked practiced in its perfection and the boy took a step closer. “I missed
you, Bruce. But now you’re back..and..” he was standing right in front of him
now, too close to be proper. But how long has it been since any of this was
proper? And Bruce wished he could say he didn’t reach out, didn’t run a hand
through silky hair and down that soft face, stopping to trace a thumb across an
almost swollen bottom lip. “Well, I thought we could maybe..?”
“No.” But his own words didn’t stop him from lifting the boy, a strangled moan
coming out when strong legs wrapped around his waist and then they were at the
bed again, tumbling into it as he kissed the delicate skin under Dick’s chin,
down his throat and back up just to the side of his mouth. And the boy, he
waswhimpering.Rubbing against his thigh as Bruce pushed down, encouraging the
motion. Reveling in it.
Dick captured their mouths together and the kiss was slow and clumsy, full of a
desperate need. Distantly Bruce knew the boy’s obvious lack of experience
shouldn’t affect him like this, shouldn’t make him growl deep in his chest and
push closer. Hands finding their way under the thin fabric of his own shirt
that this boy was wearing. This fourteen year old, beautiful boy.
His fingers danced over flesh, finding a soft nipple and tweaking it, rubbing
circles as Dick gasped into his mouth. It was too much, he had to pull back
before he completely lost control.
Bruce pulled one of his hands out from under the shirt, away from the heated
skin there and propped himself up. Had to put some sort of space between them,
before things went too far. But he looked down at Dick, face flushed and eyes
lidded with the new sensations of desire he must be experiencing, and was lost
in it. Bruce rubbed their hips together. Hadn’t even realized when Dick must
have worked the buttons off the shirt Bruce had been wearing but small hands
were there against his bare skin as those bright eyes fluttered. As he gasped
and spoke Bruce’s name and the man watched, enamored by the thought that he was
doing this to Dick. That if he just applied pressure right…there, the boy would
gasp and whine and it wasn’t long until Bruce felt drunk off the sounds he
made.
He dipped his head back down, licking and sucking along an exposed collar bone.
His hand sliding down, scratching and teasing the skin along the way to Dick’s
waistband. The line a part of him knew not to cross, but that part wasn’t in
control anymore, was hardly more than a whisper as his thumb hooked along the
waistband and tugged the boy’s briefs down. His cock springing free, leaking
with precum as Dick squirmed beneath him. Bruce growled as he gripped its
firmness, once again watching his ward’s expressions hungrily. It didn’t take
more than a few tugs before the boy was cuming with a loud yelp. Whining red
lips stretching around Bruce’s name as he stroked him through it. As Bruce’s
hand and shirt were splattered with the boy’s release.
Courses of satisfied pleasure shooting through him as he watched Dick’s body go
limp. Chest heaving and eyes closed. He looked so perfect, so sweet and
debauched all because of me. All his, now and forever.
Bruce’s own pants strained uncomfortably as he leaned down, placing his lips
atop Dick’s and sucking on them lightly. Pulling with his teeth until Dick’s
eyes opened and the boy stuck his tongue out. Ran it along Bruce’s lips and
groaned.
He laid on his side besides the teen, trying to hide how desperate he was still
feeling. But just as well as Bruce knew this boy, knew every aspect of Dick
Grayson, Dick knew him too. Propping himself up besides the man, Dick pulled
out of the kiss and Bruce forced himself not to follow those lips. Not to claim
them again.His. All his.But Dick ran a hand down his chest, fingers trailing
across skin until he was hovering over Bruce’s groan. The boy cleared his
throat.
“Can I-I mean, may I?” Bruce shuddered at the words but nodded. Shaky fingers
undid his belt and he focused on his breathing. Soon his button was off, zipper
down and impatient hands tried to pull the fabric away. He lifted his hips and
helped slid them down, nearly gasping when the cool air brushed against his
cock.
“You don’t have to do this,know that. That you don’t have to..” but Dick was
sitting up next to him, still wearing Bruce’s too big, now stained t shirt and
smiling. Smiling as if he had just gotten the best kind of present before his
face took on a more serious look.
“I just want to make you feel good..as good as well..” How could it be possible
for the kid to blush anymore than he already was? But his hands wrapped around
Bruce’s cock tentatively and the boy took a deep breath. Bruce did his best not
to call out or jerk forward while hands still smaller than his own explored his
length.
His eyes closed as he let out a low moan. Dick’s hands tightening and stroking
and he could nearly hear the boy think. Forced his eyes back open and watched.
Pink tongue sticking out between teeth in concentration, still so perfect.
Eventually he was wrapping his own hand around Dick’s, guiding him and twisting
at the top. Just right and he was close, panting and wishing this were right.
That he hadn’t condemned his soul to the darkness from their first touch. There
was a gentle kiss on his cheek, so sweet and innocent and just like that he was
cuming. Eyes screwed shut while he tried to regain a normal breathing pattern.
It felt too soon that he was letting Dick’s hand go, they would need to clean
up.
But as Bruce’s mind cleared, he felt the guilt sink in. What he had just
done... there was no going back, no telling the damage he had caused.
Then there was that warm body that pressed against his, snuggling close and he
wrapped an arm around him. Dick had thankfully abandoned Bruce’s shirt and must
have thrown on some smuggled-in pair of pajama bottoms. The man kissed the top
of the messy mop of dark hair before forcing himself to pull away gently.
“I just need a moment.” He assured when Dick stared after him, a look of hurt
working its way on those soft features. He grabbed his own pair of sleep pants
and ducked into his master bathroom.
He changed, wiping himself down before running cold water of his face. Angry
with the man he saw reflected back. Angry at his weakness and foolishness. But
mainly angry because he knew this would happen again. Knew it wasn’t a onetime
thing that it never would be, not with Dick. He wetted a monogrammed washcloth
with warm water before heading back.
When he stepped back into the room, Dick’s blue eyes looked tired but they
didn’t shy away from Bruce. “Did I…was that okay? Did I do something wrong?”
Another piece of his heart broke at those words.
Bruce shook his head and climbed into the bed, motioning for Dick to let him be
cleaned and the boy complied easily. “No. You didn’t do anything wrong, Dick.”
And the boy hummed happily at the attention as Bruce made sure to diligently
wipe away any trace he could find of what he’d done. To work the cloth soothing
over perfect, golden skin. Finally tossing the rag away when it grew cold and
Dick was half asleep.
He ran a hand back through the boy’s hair and down the side of his face once
more before shutting off the lights and pulling the covers around them.
Whatever repercussions this was to bring would have to wait until morning.
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