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He wasn’t even able to say that he went down fighting. Not when the ninjas shot him with a tranquilizer from a building away and he was on his knees vision turning black before he saw them.
Tim woke up freezing and naked under torch light on cold stones. His hands were retrained up past his head, manacled to a metal spike that entered the stones, but his legs were free. Leaving Tim to twist around onto his knees and yank at the spike. Muscles across his back twitching effort as he strained to pull the spike out.
“Desist Detective.”
No, no, no. Ra’s.
“That spike is set in concrete under the stone flooring. No amount of pulling on your part will move it.”
“Ra’s.” His head hurt but Tim had no problem focusing on the man appearing from the shadows.
“Greetings my Detective. I hope my men were not too hard on you.”
“What do you want.”
“I’m sure you are familiar with revenge Detective. I did warn you.” Ra’s actually bent lower, still seeming to hover in the moving light, as he stared into Tim’s eyes. “You made me rather upset my Detective. I thought it best to… persuade you not to repeat the event.”
“Go to hell Ra’s.” Tim pulled on the manacles; if he couldn’t move the spike hopefully he could get his hands out of the metal constraints. “I did what I had to. You would have done the same.”
“Indeed I would. But you humiliated me in front of my league Detective. As I have said before, you will not escape freely with that accomplishment.” Ra’s hand snaked out and gripped Tim’s bare hip, fingers digging deep into his flesh until small blood rubies rose to the surface.
“I realize that you are not scared my Detective but I would inform you to hesitate before angering me.” Ra’s fingers clenched tighter and he watched as Tim bit his lip at the sudden pain. “Do you understand what is about to happen Timothy Drake?”
“You’ll beat me. Kill me, maybe, make me a warning for others willing to go against the league.”
“No Detective.” The hand that had been bruising his hip released, fingers ghosting over Tim’s flesh until they reached their new goal, and stroked.
Timothy gasped, kicking at Ra’s until the man moved again and his feet were pinned, as the cold hand wrapped firmly around his cock.
“I will teach you what happens to pretty little boys who interfere with my affairs.” Ra’s was sitting on Tim’s legs now, pinning them to the stones, one hand working at his groin the other moving under his back and lifting him.
“Stop! Ra’s stop!”
“Why should I Detective? I could kill you and bring you back with the Lazarus pit. Over and over.”
“No don’t!” Tim twisted harder as Ra’s positioned his body, he could feel the sensitive skin at his wrists split open against unforgiving metal.
“But that would destroy your mind and I do have further use for your brilliance Detective.” Ra’s moved both of his hands to Tim’s neck, his body trapping the young detective even firmer against stone, while frozen, dead, lips pressed against Tim’s neck.
“You are quite lovely Detective. I could be convinced to keep you by my side instead of giving you to the league.”
“What?” Tim flinched as teeth bit at his pulse, one hand snaking into his hair and pulling him up off the ground. “Let me go Ra’s. My family will come for me.”
“Oh no Detective. You are not getting away after this one night, that would be far too easy on you for the damage you have caused.” Ra’s smiled, lips twisting in cold amusement, as he regarded Tim. “You will be here until you are tired of and then you shall be eliminated.”
“Don’t touch me!” Tim yanked his head away from the hand holding it up, lunging forwards and biting into Ra’s covered shoulder, teeth not making it through the heavy fabric, before his was backhanded.
Ra’s face had went cold as he watched Tim’s head bounce against the floor blood staining the stone, waiting for Tim to fix heavy stunned eyes on him, before pointedly glancing at the teeth marks left in his green and gold cloak.
“I see even now I am too lenient on you Detective.” Ra’s touched a finger to his lips before standing up over Tim, walking away before the vigilante could kick his feet out. Speaking again after he vanished into the shadows beyond the hazy torchlight
“I would not have made this pleasurable for you Timothy Drake. But it would have been quick and you would not have been too harshly broken. You would still have yourself whatever relief that may have given.”
Tim arched on the floor, trying to spot what Ra’s was doing, before pulling harder on the manacles, desperate for escape. Even dislocating a thumb to try easing through the tight metal.
“But perhaps you would prefer the pleasure to pain?” Ra’s stepped back into the light one hand holding a belt of knives the other a small vial that glittered in the faint light. “I think not, but you have surprised me before. Still the choice is no longer yours.” Ra’s stood just out of reach of Tim’s feet.
“It shall never be your choice again Detective.”
Tim stayed quiet, watchful, it was the only choice left to him.
Ra’s carefully set the vial down, even further away from Tim could ever hope to kick it, and reached forwards grabbing at Tim’s legs. Tim went wild, wriggling and kicking at Ra’s the stones anything, trying to keep Ra’s from pinning his last weapon. It didn’t do any good, Tim was restrained, and Ra’s was much stronger than he ever would be. Which meant all too soon Ra’s had both of Tim’s ankles trapped under one hand, even as the boy still fought for freedom, the other hand moving to pick a knife from the belt.
“Detective. You are so beautiful that I hate to mar you any further than you already have been.” Ra’s sighed in irritation at the need.
Then he slammed the knife down through Tim’s foot.
Tim screamed as the cold steel plunged through flesh and muscle into the floor, skittering across the stone until it caught on something. White hot pain traveling up through Tim’s legs as he abruptly froze still screaming at the pain.
And Ra’s took the stillness to grab a second knife and stabbing through Tim’s other foot.
“Believe me Detective,” Ra’s said above Tim’s screaming. “I do regret you forcing me to do that. But know that I will not hesitate to put you in your place.
“I’ll stop you Ra’s,” Tim was sobbing trying to think past the pain. “You can’t-“
Tim’s words changed back to screaming as Ra’s twisted both knives.
“You may try.” Ra’s had the amused little smile back on his face as he reached back to grab that tiny, innocent looking, little vial.
“Stay away from me!” Tim gasped for breath for breath as Ra’s bent next to his head. “Stop Ra’s don’t do this!”
“I already have informed you that you have no control over your situation Detective, do not make me continue to repeat myself.” Ra’s free hand gripped Tim’s head, forcing the boy back and his mouth open under digging fingers.
“That was the pain dear Detective. This is the pleasure.”
A thumb flicked the vial open, paying no attention to Tim’s frantic struggles, as Ra’s coldly observed the vial tilting above Tim’s mouth. The feeling of the alien liquid entering his mouth was worse than Ra’s lips against his own, or the hand against his lips and nose, blocking airflow until Tim was forced to swallow. Even then the fingers stayed, keeping Tim from breathing, until his vision started greying out and his limbs were heavy and motionless upon the stone.
“It will start soon Detective.”
It was. Fire started in his throat and traveled quickly down, like the one time Tim had tried whiskey, leaving his thoughts alone but his whole body started burning. Aching for something Tim knew he wouldn’t like.
When the rough, cold, hand fixed again on his cock and the sparks of painful arousal blinded Tim, he started sobbing and screaming for a new, worse, reason. Tim writhed against Ra’s hard touches, every part of him yearning for more of the Demon’s touch while he panicked at the thought of what Ra’s would do next.
“So Detective? Would you prefer the pain to this?” Ra’s watched coldly as the small young man thrashed against the floor, cries spilling from his mouth and eyes clenched shut against reality. “Tell me can you focus enough to speak? Or do you feel too disconnected? This wonderful drug is designed to make you crave pleasure while keeping you sober enough to understand what is happening.”
Ra’s slipped his hand down to Tim’s hole, the boy not noticing fingers that had been wetted against the last of the vials contents, and plunged inside the twisting needy body.
“Ra’s…please!” Tim tried to arch up into the fingers plunging inside of him, needing more of Ra’s touch so badly, even as he was breaking apart.
“Do you hear yourself Detective?”
Tim squinted his eyes open to see Ra’s gazing at him, then he was screaming for more, as buried fingers thrust deeper and hit something, prostate a distant part whispered, and he needed something bigger.
“I will not continue until you ask me for more Timothy.” Ra’s was so close. “Men have killed themselves in the need to quench their desire. I will not allow you any type of relief until you beg me.” Ra’s breath curled against Tim’s cheek as he purred the threats.
It was hard to fight past the unending pleasure, the need for it to be complete, for Tim to find any words.
“Ra’s please…” Tim couldn’t move as a dingle hand held him still. “Please Ra’s…I need!”
He writhed harder against Ra’s as fingers pulled out of him, feeling so horribly empty, and lost from the missing touch.
“Ra’s fuck me, please Ra’s! I n-need it!” Tim’s eyes opened, fully dilated, latching onto the cruel smirk crossing Ra’s face. “Please oh god please!”
“You beg very prettily Detective.” Ra’s dragged fingernails up Tim’s chest to the boys shrieking. “Do you understand? Do you hear yourself begging me to fuck you?”
“I hear! Ra’s I can’t- Ra’s please!” Salty tears streaked down Tim’s face he would die without Ra’s touch.
“You will remember that Timothy.” Ra’s promised one hand going to his own pants as he finally pulled his erection free without stripping. “Even if you never feel the pleasure again. You begged to be made mine… Didn’t you.”
“Yes!” Tim could feel the heat from the Demon move closer, his mind still shrieking at the pure wrongness of the desire sweeping him away, but he needed to be filled. To be fucked until everything was gone.
Hands gripped his thighs, pulling his legs further apart Tim knowing his feet were being destroyed with the movement but Ra’s was touching him again and the pressure against his hole was back and Tim knew it was Ra’s dick this time.
Not even sensitive skin splitting as Ra’s pushed inside could stop the pleasure, the stretch that felt so right as Ra’s ripped his way inside. And Tim finally felt right, full as Ra’s pressed until he could no longer move, the invading dick scraping against his blood and tight heated walls making Tim whimper and keen at finally feeling so good.
“You should see yourself my Detective.” Ra’s voice was straining, as he thrust hard and fast into the willing, begging body, his hands wrenching Tim’s head back to show his throbbing pulse. “Impaled upon my cock and begging me for more. Do you ever want me to stop?”
“No!” Tim was wailing, voice ragged in his still burning need, he pressed harder into Ra’s, trying to get just that much more of the assassin inside. The
“Remember this Detective. My Detective.”
Teeth latched onto Tim’s pulse and bit hard, blood spurting around strong fangs, purposefully ravaging the skin until the scar would never vanish. All the while thrusting harder and relentlessly stabbing into Tim’s prostate.
Tim was cumming, exploding against Ra’s clothing, and then he was dying as the pleasure turned to gut wrenching disgust at the violation of his body.
Ra’s kissed his lips, damningly gently after raping his mind, but all Tim could do was stay docile, accepting the touches as he shivered. Sobbing quietly as Ra’s let his head fall to the side.
“My Detective. Remember that you begged me to make you mine.”
Tim could feel Ra’s moving away, but shock was setting in, every muscle screaming in pain and blood was still spilling sluggishly from his neck. Everything felt so wrong, his body desecrated, and broken.
As Ra’s footsteps vanished, Tim’s quiet sobbing broke until the screaming echoed across stones.