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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Graphic_Depictions_Of_Violence, Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      DCU, DCU_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types, Batman_(Comics), Batman_and
      Robin_(Comics), Nightwing_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Dick_Grayson/Damian_Wayne
  Character:
      Damian_Wayne, Dick_Grayson, Ra's_al_Ghul, Talia_al_Ghul, Alfred
      Pennyworth, Bruce_Wayne, Damian_Al_Ghul
  Additional Tags:
      Bat_Family, Bat_Brothers, Batcest, Brothers, Brotherly_Love, Brother/
      Brother_Incest, Damian_Wayne_Feels, Damian_is_an_al_Ghul, Male
      Homosexuality, Homophobia, sinning, Whipping, Beating, Punishment, Damian
      gets_punished, Top_Damian, bottom_dick, Somnophilia, Non-Consensual
      Somnophilia, Switching, Oral_Sex, Anal_Sex, Torture, Aftermath_of
      Torture, Tortured_Damian, POV_Damian, True_Love, Angst_and_Hurt/Comfort,
      Hurt/Comfort, Hurt_No_Comfort, Public_Humiliation, Public_Torture, Secret
      Relationship, Family_Secrets, Damian_is_a_thirteen, Consensual_Underage
      Sex, Underage_Sex, Damian_is_in_charge, Blood_and_Injury, lashes, Damian
      Needs_a_Hug, Loneliness, Lonely_Damian, Big_Brother_Dick_Grayson,
      Memories, Healing, Superheroes, Desire, First_Love, Lust, Damian_is_in
      love, kind_of_incest?, Half-Sibling_Incest, Age_Difference, Dom/sub
      Undertones, Damian_gets_hurt_for_being_gay, Sexual_Fantasy, Mild_Sexual
      Content, Hopeful_Ending, Semi-Public_Sex, dickdami, DamiDick, Scars,
      Scarring, Blood, Blood_and_Torture
  Series:
      Part 2 of DamiDick/DickDami_Love
  Stats:
      Published: 2017-07-15 Words: 2593
****** Taking Lashes for Loving Him ******
by nursal1060
Summary
     Damian has been caught in bed having relations with another man,
     which is strictly forbidden in the house of al Ghul.
     Damian is made to receive public beatings and torture for having
     fallen in love with Dick Grayson, which he gladly accepts to protect
     the man he's fallen completely in love with.
Notes
     PLEASE READ THE TAGS! This does have themes of underage, BUT there is
     consent from Damian (who is the younger of the two)!
     This fic is simply exploring the perspective of attraction/love/lust
     from a teenage Damian and how he comes to terms with the desires and
     feelings he has come to feel and how others will punish and treat him
     for that affection.
     **This fic was heavily inspired by a scene in another DamiDick
     fanfiction called "No One Leaves (And No One Will)" by theLiterator.
     I highly recommend checking it out!
     http://archiveofourown.org/works/11041350?view_adult=true
     Enjoy! Comments and Kudos are appeciated! <3
The night was cold and foggy. Ra’s al Ghul had summoned all of the League into
his chambers. A public council meeting meant one of two things: that the leader
had positive news surrounding the group, or one of their own was to be
punished, exiled, or killed publically. More often than not, it was the second.
The group was filled with murmuring, discussing trades, politics, among other
things, before the attention came to the front of the room. The leader himself
had entered and taken the throne.
“My assassins.” A sea of respectful words burst from the group. He allowed it
to settle down before he spoke again in a warm tone, “Remember, you all know,
there is only one Ra’s al Ghul, and that his word is your law.” Agreement
spread through the room as the line was spoken by other members. This was the
typical greeting to every public meeting.
Ra’s face turned dark as he spoke again, “It pains me to say that one of your
own, the very best among you, has disobeyed my orders and the laws of the Al
Ghul. It is only right that he be reminded of where his loyalty lies and the
rules that must be upheld.” Murmuring ceased entirely. The tone of the room was
now cold, like the Ra’s tone had impacted the entirety of the members. Everyone
knew who had done wrong and was on edge, but they waited until Ra’s spoke to
say anything. “My grandson, my heir, Damian al Ghul, step before me and be
judged.”
Damian was escorted out of the parting crowd by two small guards that were
assigned to protect him. His ankles had been shackled to prevent his escape,
but his hands remained free as the little guards held to his arms. Damian did
not look his grandfather in the eye as he was brought to the throne. As he was
brought to the foot of the throne, he dropped to his knees immediately. He had
not said a word in his defense the entire time.
Ra’s voice regained an aspect of its warmth as he spoke after a moment of
silence, “My heir, you have disobeyed and disrespected both my law and the law
of Al Ghul.” His calloused hands cupped Damian face and tilted his head
upwards. Their eyes met, and Damian’s emotionless expression showed clearly. He
was no longer vulnerable in front of his grandfather, not willing to show
emotion and let him in on his true feelings.
Damian’s voice was monotonous, almost robot-like, as he spoke in agreement,
“Yes grandfather, I have.”
The room had an air of hot and heavy silence as Ra’s asked, “Do you have any
defense for your actions? Any excuses for the sin you have committed?”
Damian replied almost immediately, still looking his grandfather in the eye,
“Disobedience, disloyalty, and dishonor are inexcusable, and require
punishment.”
Ra’s hands slowly moved from Damian’s face as he asked, “Will you name the
person whom you committed the aggressions with to lessen your punishment?”
Damian knew he could out the man he was with, but he refused to watch him
suffer as well, “I will not.” Damian moved his face further away and proclaimed
loudly, almost proudly by his tone, “Committing sodomy and willingly being
sodomized is a crime in the Al Ghul conduct, as well as your own. My taking in
pederasty is my sin alone.”
Small murmurs emitted from the crowd as Damian mentioned sodomy. Homosexual
actions were forbidden among the group. Since Damian admitted to being both
sodomized and committing sodomy, they realized that he must have done this and
been caught multiple times. By Ra’s tone, it was with a single person. Damian
grinned just a little, so slight that no one else would notice. He would
without a doubt receive extra punishment for not revealing who his partner was,
but he had no complaints.
Ra’s eyes looked dark again, and then softened as he ordered, “Strip, bow, and
then show your remorse.” Damian stood and took four steps back from the throne.
His guards undressed him, removing his robe, his daggers, and upper
undergarments. Thirteen-year old Damian then stood there, exposed from the
waist up, his back bearing previous scars from other punishments he had faced.
They had been painful, but today’s, without a doubt, would be the most severe.
Damian was made to prostrate on his knees, arms outstretched towards the
throne, his forehead almost touching the floor, and knees tucked into his
chest. He always felt so small when he was exposed like this to all the other
assassins, and he hoped that the punishment would end quickly. The two guards
held down his outstretched arms so he couldn't move or resist. Within moments,
a man carrying a whip entered the throne room and spoke to the Ra’s.
The Ra’s announced publically, “10 lashes for committing sodomy. Another 10 for
not revealing the man you committed the act with.” That was less than most
would receive for the same action, Damian knew his grandfather was showing
mercy on him. Damian then felt a gloved hand run down his back, touching the
previous welts which had begun to heal. The whipper was feeling for the right
places to lay down the punishment on his flesh. After a moment, he backed up
and started the count.
“1…”
The whip cracked down on Damian’s flesh. It felt like a hot rush of pins and
needles on his skin. He bit his lip in efforts to silence himself. He didn't
want to beg...he didn't want to cry in front of the crowd of assassins.
Grayson...if he were here, it'd be okay.
“...2…”
The whip cracked down again, this time harder than the previous. This rhythm
would continue until his back was raw and bloody. A soft grunt escaped his
body. It already started hurting, and he was nowhere near the end. A slight
feeling of shame arose in him for feeling so much of the punishment so quickly.
He closed his eyes as he heard the whip being raised again.
“...3…”
Damian bit into his lip as the third lash fell upon a previous one. Without a
doubt, his skin had broken. He could feel droplets of crimson running down his
back. He clenched his eyes shut and breathed slowly. Slowly...trying to forget
that he was here...to remember the man that he was with less than an hour
before he was caught the third time. One to two times could be chalked up to
happenstance, but a third time was enough to prove him guilty in the House of
Al Ghul.
His mind began to wander as the next lash was placed down on his back. Thinking
of the man he’d been intimate with so many times was all he needed to forget
what was happening.
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The man he loved was his former mentor, a man by the name of Dick Grayson. He
worked in the manor where his father lived, and arguably...was his favorite
child.
It started off as hate… Damian never felt right around Grayson’s wide smile.
Residents of Al Ghul were never so cheery or understanding. But over
time...Grayson really grew on him. So much so that Damian wanted more...more
from the man who had been like his brother from the day he entered Wayne Manor.
He still was, even after he’d left it once again.
He remembered the first night they made love. He was not yet twelve years old,
but the choice and idea had entirely been his own. Grayson didn't support the
idea whatsoever when asked, in fact, Grayson seemed appalled. But Damian wasn’t
a child, at least in his own mind. He remembered that Grayson hadn’t exactly
consented their first time, though he did enjoy it.
He had entered Grayson’s sleeping quarters soon after midnight. Grayson had
been entirely asleep, not moving when he had pulled the covers from his bed or
tugged at his clothes. He had only been wearing a t-shirt and boxers, so he was
able to pull both articles away with ease.
He’d sucked on and played with Grayson’s nipples, relishing their taste and
hardness. He felt down his abdomen and muscles, all over until he’d come to
Grayson’s cock.
He had been shy then, so he didn’t take Grayson with his mouth, but he had felt
over his cock with his small hands. Grayson tossed in his sleep as his cock
hardened in excitement. He had followed the advice he’d overheard from his
mother to finger Grayson next. His fingers were so small that he eventually
ended up fisting him, which sleeping Grayson seemed to enjoy. The moans coming
from his mouth assured Damian that he was doing it right.
He then focused back to his own cock, stroking and palming it. He pulled down
the leather Robin pants and exposed himself to the air as he played with
himself. He got more excited at the thought that Grayson would wake up and
catch him, so he hastily stroked himself until he was as hard as he’d ever
been. He fit snugly between Grayson’s legs. Grayson’s hole was inviting and
puckered up for him.
Damian remembered how he’d blushed deeply before pushing himself into the tight
ring of muscle the first time. It was difficult to maneuver his way inside
Grayson’s body, but he did his best to push himself inside to where he felt
good. He watched Grayson’s expression and noticed him moan under his breath. He
moved inside and out of Grayson, listening to him moan and beg lightly as he
was fucked. Before he got to his climax, Grayson’s eyes opened, and he became
aware of what was happening.
Out of shame, he’d wanted to run away, to not face Grayson after what he'd
done. But Grayson had pulled Damian closer, hugging him and stroking his hair.
Grayson understood, and he didn't push him away. Of course, in retaliation, or
rather for his pleasure, Grayson had Damian ride him until he came. Either top
or bottom, Damian enjoyed both
That's when Damian knew that he enjoyed having sex with men. And Grayson was
his favorite.
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“...11…”
Damian hissed as the lash broke his focus and brought him back to reality.
Dammit! He was only halfway through his punishment and his back felt raw and
bloody. He couldn't see behind him but he was sure either they were using the
oxskin whip or the flogger, both were usually only held for the highest crimes
or prisoners.
Damian breathed heavily and bit his lip again to silence himself as he tried to
focus on Grayson again.
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From then on, either after patrol or training, he would take Grayson to an area
of the house for them to have sex. Grayson let Damian pick every time which
place and which position he wanted to be in. He vividly remembered having sex
in showers, guest beds, closets, on tables and desks, pretty much everywhere
they could without getting caught.
Damian found quickly that he loved sex, he loved dominating Grayson, and in
turn, being dominated by Grayson. Despite Damian’s size, he was skilled in bed,
and Grayson’s flexibility made for interesting adventures in the bedroom.
Even after leaving the Wayne Manor and being forced to return to the House of
Al Ghul, Grayson snuck in to see him occasionally. That's when he'd gotten
careless. Though all the walls were soundproof, there was a small window on
Damian’s office door, which is where the two usually had sex. That meant that
they could easily be seen and heard.
It took three specific incidents to catch him for sodomy. The first involved
being caught fucking Grayson, the next was being caught sucking Grayson’s cock,
and finally, and probably the one that angered his grandfather the most was him
getting caught for riding Grayson’s cock by his own mother. To Al Ghul, him
being fucked willingly showed weakness, submissiveness, and promiscuity. Traits
he would not allow to be associated with his bloodline.
Grayson...he'd told him to flee and not come back until told once he found out
of the Al Ghul’s intention. Damian would rather take all the punishment and
humiliation than let Grayson get a single scar for their love. He didn't
deserve any of the pain...an angel like him didn't deserve that…
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“...19…”
Damian grunted lowly a he felt the blow land. He realized how much his back had
taken. It felt like his skin was on fire, and it stung like nothing he'd ever
experienced. He’d never been whipped with a prisoner’s whip before, which was
clearly why he was in so much pain.
This was the price he paid to keep Grayson safe, and he didn't regret not
outing him. He would do it again. The pain was what he had to pay for Grayson’s
protection.
Taking one more breath, he steeled his body in preparation for the final
strike.
“...20!”
The last blow was the hardest, and clearly done to force Damian to cry out. To
show an ounce of weakness and remorse. Damian grunted and clenched his fists
until his knuckles turned turned white. He quelled the voice rising up his
throat. He would not cry. He would not break.
The whipper stepped away and the guards released Damian’s hands. The room was
eerily silent. Damian knew the majority of the group wanted to hear him cry, to
beg, to repent after what he had done. But no...Damian had endured the
punishment without a single scream. Damian moved swiftly but slowly as he rose
painfully to his feet. His back was stinging with pain as he limped forward and
fell into a kneel before his grandfather.
Ra’s al Ghul ran his hand over Damian’s scars, which felt like they were
throbbing in pain. He retracted his hand, and Damian eyed him. His hand was
drenched in blood, which confused Damian; how had he lost so much blood?
Ra’s recited a prayer, kissing his hand, then shedding a single tear that
dropped onto his bloody hand. He pressed it against Damian’s heart as he said,
“You are forgiven, my heir.”
 
Damian grunted as he stumbled back to his room. The rest of the assassins had
dispersed and Damian was luckily left to get to his room alone.
Of course, his mother was waiting for him in the hallway, likely not to offer
any kind words of support. Damian simply limped past her without a word. He was
bleeding through his robes.
Damian heard his mother, Talia, ask, “Was he worth the punishment?”
Damian opened the door to his room before he said, “Every drop of blood
spilt...every mark, every scar...it's for him. So yes… yes it was, Mother.”
Then he snarkily replied, “I will always take lashes for love. Something I
cannot say I would do for you.” He closed and locked his room door, which
luckily, had no windows or openings so he could rest in peace.
Damian lay on his stomach, still in a lot of pain, and clenched the sheets. He
took in the scent of his lover, Grayson, which was all over his bedsheets from
the last few times he was here.
Damian whispered as though Grayson was lying besides him, “My beloved…mehra
jawhrat jamila (my beautiful gem). Alnawm jaydaan (sleep well), ‘aynama kunt
(wherever you are).” He wrapped the silken sheet around his small form and
dozed off into a painful, but blissful, slumber.
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