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It was the sound that roused Tim from sleep, echoed, breathy, wet noises tugging at his consciousness. Tim furrowed his brow, and as he tried, unsuccessfully, to sit up, the world spun. His head felt like a balloon, ready to float away from his body at any moment. It made what he heard and saw distorted and blurry. Shapes, moving against each other, right over him where he lay. The air was warm and thick, layered with incense, and a pleasant musk.
An omega, he thought, dazedly, though he was unable to follow the thread to any logical conclusion about why and how he found himself in this situation. The last thing he remembered...
There was a particularly harsh movement followed by a sharp cry, and ripped from thought, Tim blinked, focusing on the person above him. Only their chest was directly in his view, supple pectorals heaving every time they breathed or were rocked by another movement, though to Tim’s adjusting gaze, the scene seemed to go in slow motion. Their skin was covered in a mist of sweat, littered with scars of varying shapes and sizes.
They were uncommonly large for an omega, made up almost entirely of hard muscle. But they still smelled mouth-wateringly good, undeniably the source of the intoxicating scent.
Even as a beta, every breath made Tim feel as though he’d swallowed a particularly strong wine, but as he unconsciously parted his lips to pull in more, his teeth met a specialty leather gag.
“Ah, young detective. Finally, you’re awake,” Like being dunked in ice water, the voice alone was enough to sober him, and Tim tried to pull himself into a defensive position, before realizing his hands—all his limbs— were bound to separate bed posts in leather mitts, leaving him spread eagle and unable to use his appendages. He was naked, spare the gag, a collar, and the thin robe tied at his middle, though it was opened on him so much he might as well not have been wearing it, his chest and lower half exposed. His cock stood at attention, embarrassingly hard.
He was covered in bruises, he assumed from being ambushed, though he felt no pain, gently blanketed in the omegas cloud of pheromones.
“Ra’s,” he tried to hiss, but the gag stopped him, so he settled for glaring at the older man instead. Every breath in the small space muddled his ability to think clearly, threatened to lull him into passivity. He needed to figure a way out of this, quickly, before it was too late.
Ra’s just smirked at him, like he’d already won. He looked young, virile, stunk of a potent alpha on the cusp of a full blown rut, probably very newly rebirthed from the pit. “I’m glad to see you haven’t lost your ‘spark’, Timothy. I was starting to worry, when I managed to breed your desired mate so vigorously without you so much as stirring.“
Mate? Tim’s brow pinched, giving away his confusion.
Ra’s bared his teeth in a chilling smile, before rearranging the omega so Tim could see their face. His throat went desert dry.
Jason, arms bound behind his back, weight supported mostly by Ra’s as far as he could tell, loomed over him, eyes covered with a leather blindfold. He was wearing a similar collar to Tim’s, though thinner, leaving his scent glands accessible, and Tim noticed in horror, the plentiful red teeth marks adorning Jason’s skin.
Claiming marks.
“Or maybe you finally allowed yourself to relax, knowing he was nearby, even in sleep? You were looking a bit ragged, when you were brought here. It’s probably for the best, that you are well rested. You'll need your strength.” Ra’s mused, rubbing his chin. Then he looked right at Tim. “Tell me, young detective, how does it feel to know while you slept unhindered, your lover was seeded by another?”
Unable to help himself, Tim’s eyes traveled lower. Though he’d been able to figure as much, the visual confirmation that Ra’s was inside Jason made him feel sick. Even at this angle, he could see where Jason’s was speared open by his fat cock. As if noticing where his attentions were, and wanting to make the realization as agonizing as possible, Ra’s pulled out to the tip with a lewd squelch, highlighting how hard he was, how wet with Jason’s fluid and Ra’s previous batches of cum.
Jason groaned a bit, but did nothing.
“If it eases your pain at all, I think having you nearby has been a comfort to him as well. He’s been much easier to bed, since you arrived. Though, it could simply be because he nears the second peak of his heat,”
Tim tried to say Jason’s name, reach for him, but the gag and restraints again stopped him. Of course.
How could he forget?
Jason. He’d been looking for Jason.
Jason, who no one had seen in weeks, who’d disappeared off the face of the earth without a trace, vanished into thin air like a ghost. He’d been so worried, he hadn’t been able to sleep, hadn’t been able to do much of anything but search, albeit aimlessly. Stupid, he thought, suddenly angry at himself. Sloppy. Probably the exact reaction Ra’s had hoped for, planned to prey upon.
The bats bad habit to fall into obsession and self destruction the minute one of their own was targeted.
Jason made an inquisitive sound at Tim’s muffled calls, but then Ra’s took a fistful of hair and impaled him on his cock again, wrenching the sweetest cry Tim never could’ve imagined coming from the other man.
Tim went completely still, shell shocked.
For all his detective skills, discovering Jason was an omega wasn’t something he’d deduced or searched out. He never even would have thought to consider it a possibility. The information had simply fallen into his lap, like it was supposed to be obvious. A bottle of suppressants, accidentally left out in the open when Jason had stayed at the manor overnight to work on a case. But it had been so alien, he couldn’t connect the concepts, even after they’d been firmly cemented in reality.
There wasn’t a single part of Jason that gave away his secondary sex. As Robin, he’d been smaller than average, but utterly unreadable in designation, an early life of scarcity stunting his development in more ways than one.
And by the time he’d returned, everything from his build to his disposition, even his scent, screamed ‘alpha’. He never showed anyone his exposed belly, and he had a tendency to nip anyone who tried to show him theirs.
Seeing his face, melted in wanton pleasure, openly needy, completely vulnerable...made Tim feel like he’d seen something utterly, horrifically private, been force fed a forbidden fruit.
Tim’s mind went totally blank, radio silence, before the gears in his head shifted, spiraling full speed into the abyss.
Jason would never want this. Wouldn’t want to be treated this way, seen like this, especially — especially— by Tim.
*
He wasn’t officially apart of their pack, but he might as well have been. He worked cases in Gotham. The Red Hood still killed, just sparingly, a last resort for the worst of the worst. Jason had become more active in the day time, attacking the disease at its often overlooked center, and Crime Alley's citizens harvested the fruits of his labor.
He visited the manor, every now and again.
There seemed to be an unspoken truce between them, since bringing Bruce back. Aside from the occasional jab, Jason was mostly cordial towards him, at least.
But Tim knew that there was some small, fragile part of him still saw Tim as a threat. That he still had a faint whisper in the back of his mind that Tim was trying to rip the carpet out from under him, push him into obscurity and steal back the space he was trying to forge for himself.
Tim was a strategist, which meant he needed to know the players in the board.
So he’d noticed, noticed the way Jason locked up (even though he hid it behind a easy smile) when Tim managed to figure out a solution a half second before he did, took out a few more criminals, got even a lick more attention from Bruce.
He noticed, but he tried not to let it get to him.
For starters, Tim was intimately familiar with feeling inadequate, so he tried to be sympathetic—it even made Jason more human, more approachable, in his eyes. For another, it wasn’t only him that Jason was wary of, so it wasn’t like he was being singled out—not anymore, at least. And finally, Jason was trying, had been since they’d decided that the only way they were going to get Bruce back, was as a team.
Nothing eased bad blood like a desperate, shared wish.
Despite his inclinations, despite the bone deep insecurity and resentment that had been festering in him for years, he had extended a cautious hand across the aisle in Tim’s direction. Kept it outstretched, even after their goal had been completed.
It began with small things, some not even seen until they were in the rear view.
The first time Tim actively noticed the change, was when Jason shared some intel on a case Tim had been struggling with, that Jason normally would’ve kept under lock and key, now free for Tim to do with as he pleased.
No insults. No games. No hidden agendas. Jason was trying.
So it was only fair if Tim reached back, and tried too.
As best he could, Tim began to work around Jason’s edges. Tactfulness was always where he had excelled, after all.
*
Tim pulled at the restraints so hard they chafed his wrist, noticeably making the bed creak, turned his head in all directions, looking for some kind of tool.
There was nothing.
Just pillows and blankets, thick canopy blocking off the view beyond the bed, a secluded nest constructed for a single purpose.
The thought made Tim’s empty stomach turn.
Ra’s gave a few more aggressive movements before he released his grip on Jason’s hair, not bothering to hold him up any longer, taking him by the hips instead.
The omega simply went limp, bowing forward, the tips of his bangs tickling Tim's collarbone. Tim could feel excess slick dripping onto his lower half from their coupling. Jason’s entire body was trembling.
“Don’t think.” Ra’s said in a low voice, steadily rutting against him. “Just lay there and take it, as you were meant to.”
*
It was easier than he would’ve thought, investing himself in Jason. Tim always tried to air on the side of caution, and Jason could be…unpredictable. He’d worried, in the beginning, if he was even capable of working alongside a man who had vehemently hated him from the minute they met, without even knowing a thing about him.
Jason had a keen knack for getting under his skin.
Tim had wondered if he would ever be able to see Jason as a real ally.
But Tim had also experienced firsthand how it felt to be replaced. How painful it could be to watch someone take up the mantle you’d devoted everything to, lost so much for, before you were ready.
And you were never ready.
He’d made his own mistakes due to jealousy and resentment, like the list with Damian’s name on it, damning a child with a self-fulfilling prophecy.
And it wasn’t like he’d been fair to Jason either, when he’d returned, or before.
When he was younger, it had always seemed so easy to consider what he would have done differently in Jason’s shoes, note all the strategic mistakes Jason had made, solidify that Tim would be different. He’d never thought Jason was unskilled. He’d known better than that, at least.
Just flawed.
When he’d watched Jason through his camera, he hadn't been able to understand why where Dick Grayson flourished in Gotham’s streets, Jason Todd crumpled, collapsed in on himself.
He hadn’t meant it viciously in the beginning. Jason was a hero. Tim had always believed that. He just hadn’t been able to consider the vantage point that led Jason to his decisions.
How could he? They’d been born into totally different worlds.
Then, when Jason returned, volatile and with a vendetta, with Tim as one of his targets, it made it seem as though Tim’s opinions (increasingly skewed with frustration at Jason’s actions) of a boy he’d never properly met, had always been facts.
Jason was too emotional, and reckless. That was why he died. And he didn’t have anyone to blame for his current situation but himself. If he were more logical, like Tim, he’d see that.
Later, it had been almost funny, how often he’d framed it that way, ignoring the numerous times his own life had been endangered by his failed plans of faulty decisions, no matter how safe he tried to be—and how often he’d been saved with just a moments notice. The only thing that separated his fate from Jason’s, really, was a few extra seconds on the clock.
Somewhere down the line, Tim had forgotten that Jason had simply been a boy, just like him, trying his best.
Then when Damian had been lost, and Jason clung on the outskirts of the family like a stray vying for scraps, barely pacified one minute, and feral the next, Tim had voiced his grievances, and Bruce had thrown it all back in his face.
“He didn’t die because he was hot headed,” Bruce said, cutting off whatever point Tim had made. “And if you think that’s the root of his downfall, you’ve already lost. Because you don’t see him at all.”
Then he slouched.
“He wanted to save his birth mother. Sheila Haywood.” Bruce said, “She abandoned him, then sold him out to the Joker. He didn’t even know her, didn’t owe her a damn thing, but none of it stopped him from trying to save her, even though he had to know it was going to be the last thing he’d ever do. He had to know he was going to die, know that I wouldn’t make it, but he just didn’t stop trying...that’s the kind of person Jason was.”
Bruce put his head in his hands.
And Tim had remembered, suddenly, every time he’d watched Jason take a hit for someone else’s sake, stay with victims for hours as they gave their statements, sit on a rooftop where he thought no one could see, and cried, angrily, when someone innocent had been failed to be saved.
How could he have forgotten?
“Barbara was right. I was lonely and selfish and it got Jason killed. I knew he needed help but I put it off because I didn’t want to confront the problem. Look at how many others I’ve lost since. Can I really say it’s anyone’s fault but mine? I was the one who left him, even though I had to know that he would never just abandon her. How could I have left him? My pack. My son. Mine. I knew what kind of person he was, what he valued. I knew him. Of course he was going to try and save her. I would’ve done the same. Wouldn’t any of us? Wouldn’t you?”
Tim didn’t have to consider his response. He still remembered looking at his distorted reflection in the pits waters, as he wrestled with whether or not to return his father to the land of the living.
“Then...why is he...why don’t you...”
“I don’t know.” Bruce said, and suddenly, he seemed so lackluster compared to the man Tim had spent his early life building up. “I just...can’t bring myself to.”
A long, empty silence.
“I took him to Ethiopia. Where he died…where he was murdered. That's why he's...upset with me. I thought it would...I wanted to see if there was a way for Damian to...” Bruce didn’t lift his head. “No. I was scared. I wanted to push him away. I wanted to hurt him. I could say it was his sake, to protect him…but really, it was for me. It’s always been for me.”
And suddenly, Tim was reminded exactly why he was always so terrified of letting himself become like Batman.
*
“I’m sure you have questions, Timothy, but let’s save them for later.” Ra’s let out a contented growl. “I’m almost finished.”
Tim’s blood turned to ice at those words, and he struggled harder, as if he could somehow snap rope and metal with will alone, prevent what was already set in stone.
No matter how many hours of training he put in, strength of body had never been his trump card. And he was panicking. Despite all he’d been taught, all he’d learned first hand, he couldn’t seem to quell his emotions, an open champagne bottle the cork no longer fit inside.
His frantic movements only seemed to excite Ra’s further, who gave a few more forceful rolls of his hips before going still, pressed in as deeply as he could manage.
He came with only a soft grunt, and Tim couldn’t do a thing but watch.
*
It started with their first team mission, almost a year and a half after they'd first decided it was more beneficial to be allies than enemies, a month after Bruce had finally been returned home. They’d worked together before, but this was different. More intentional. More solidified.
More...personal.
The older man had pointed out a plan of action so devilish and concise Tim wasn’t sure he’d have been able to craft it himself. Jumped into a fray with an ease Tim just couldn’t copy. Cracked a joke as he’d taken down the leader in a way that seemed as natural as breathing.
As it turned out, Jason was actually kinda fun to be with when Tim wasn’t the target of his bitterness. Who would’ve thought.
It didn’t take much to see why Bruce had loved having him around, wanted to keep him close. Had been so utterly devastated at his loss.
It was easy to love Jason, even if it could be difficult to understand him.
And it was difficult, when what Jason said and what he meant often failed to meet, contradicted each other.
Until one night, Tim had awoken in a dark, cold place. He’d been stiff, aching all over.
“Sleep good?” Jason’s voice had rasped at him. Tim could tell they were back to back, probably tied together.
“Yeah,” Tim said. “Like a corpse.”
“Been there," Jason said. "Anyways, I have good news, and I have bad news.” A large chunk of being Robin, for the first two at least, had always been putting on a show. Playing the distraction, while the bat waited to strike from the shadows. After Jason had died, things had changed. But there was a showmanship in how Dick and Jason did things, that neither of them could seem to shake after so many years, and none of the others could replicate.
“Bad news first,” Tim said, vision blurring.
“Pessimist,” Jason had snorted a weak laugh. The grunted, pained. “You’re on your own from here on out. I’m running a good liter low on blood.” He sighed. “And my legs beat to hell. It’s...graphic. Times a bit of a factor, too. I might’ve kicked one of our delightful hosts into sterility, and there was a lot of talk about personally emptying a full chamber into both of us the minute he could hold himself upright.”
“So, the usual spiel,” Tim had cracked.
“Just another day at the office, right?”
“Right,” Tim had taken a slow breath. Centered himself. “And the good news?”
The ropes around him suddenly slackened. Jason let out a audible “whew”, and something hit the floor with a metal clang.
“That, is the good news.” Jason jerked his weight to the left, directing Tim’s attention. “I figure, you can jimmy your way up those containers, go for the skylight, and it should be a cakewalk from there. But worst case, I can make a distraction.”
“You expect me to leave you.” It hadn’t been a question. More of a realization.
“I’m 200 pounds of dead weight right now,” Jason said, offhanded, like he wasn’t even talking about throwing his life away. “Relax. I’m not upset. I know it’s not personal. It just makes the most sense. You of all people know that,” His voice had gotten softer. “I’m on borrowed time anyways. This way, at least one of us gets to live.”
Tim sat up, slow, hands in balled fists. He’d been trembling. Jason had cleared his throat. “Just tell Bruce, that, you know...”
Tim hadn’t let him finish, an unfamiliar fire roaring to life in his belly.
“Tell him yourself," Tim said, started to work on Jason's ropes. "Because I'm not going anywhere without you,"
When Bruce had come for them, he’d been straight to the point, accusing in a way that was actually supposed to be fussy. It was usually his way of saying he’d been scared, Tim had learned over the years.
“What, happened?” He’d asked.
They’d just looked at each other, Jason’s arm slung over Tim’s shoulder, his weight miraculously supported, and they’d traded knowing glances, tired smiles. “You know. Just the usual,”
Things had been different between them after that. Not perfect, but. Better.
Every now and then, Jason would give him a smile, just so, and that’s when Tim began to wonder, then imagine, then hope.
*
After a moment, Ra’s pushed Jason down so he laid completely prone on top of Tim, his knot still tying them together, and Tim full body shuddered as Jason’s neck was placed within biting distance of his gagged mouth. He could feel Jason’s cunt rested near his thigh, and his own cock was painfully hard, traitorously aching to be held in that tight heat.
He hated himself in that moment, hated his body for responding to such a disgusting molestation of someone he cared about.
Ra’s seemed completely unaware (or apathetic) to his ongoing moral dilemma.
“You know,” Ra’s started, petting Jason’s spine to keep him relaxed through their joining. “It’s considered taboo now, but historically it was not uncommon for high ranking betas to assist in mating...it made it easier to ensure omegas were satisfied through the entirety of their heat…and was an opportunity for a beta to pass on their genes. Did you know litters can contain babes with more than one sire?” Ra’s ran a finger up every knob of the omegas spine, to a scabbing bite mark on the back of Jason’s neck. “Though these attempts tend to be more successful if the omega is knotted first.”
Tim just glared at him, so angry he felt a thin lining of tears prick his eyes.
“Don’t look at me like that, young detective. I’ve done this all for you, to preserve your line, since you seem so reluctant to do it yourself. Even with the mate I knew we’d both agree on as acceptable. There are very few I would give that sort of consideration,” Ra’s said. “It wasn’t easy, you know. Capturing and keeping him here long enough to rid his system of those irksome suppressants. The second Robin is persistent, if nothing else.”
Do you expect me to be grateful, Tim thought, incredulous.
But Ra’s just continued. “I look forward to seeing what the accumulation of your genes will create. I’ve been watching the both of you for some time now…and I am certain whatever you spawn will develop quite nicely,” Ra’s leaned down to nose at the mark, and Jason tipped his head forward in submission. “Especially under the guidance of a proper pack head.”
Tim jerked forcefully without meaning to. He was pretty sure he’d torn the skin of his wrists in their holders, chafed them raw.
He wasn’t an alpha or an omega, wasn’t really dictated by millions of years of hardwired instinct in his day to day, but right now, he wanted nothing more than to go for Ra’s throat.
“There’s no need to worry. I don’t intend to separate them from their mother. I’ve grown rather fond of this one, in our time together,” Ra’s wet his lips. “Perhaps it doesn't seem like it, but this is an honor. I am quite particular about who I allow to carry to term. Overpopulation is a problem, and it’s rare to find omegas of real substance. Though, if I were the type to be ruled by my designation, his cunt alone could have solidified his value.”
The alpha grinned, wickedly triumphant. Then he took Jason’s neck in his jaws, reopening the bite he’d been tracing, and a single drop of blood slid onto Tim’s cheek.
*
He kissed Jason first. And he was...
He was pretty sure he still made the first move, technically. Even if it was Jason who goaded him into it.
Jason had something like, “what, you wanna lay one on me, or something?” And Tim had wanted to. So he did.
It was unusual for him, being the lead. Every other time, romantic ally or seductive foe, they’d reached for him first and he’d trailed behind, but always pulled back before he got too lost.
But he didn't mind getting tangled up in Jason. Thinking about how soft his lips were, how good he smelled, how sweet he tasted, even with the hint of smoke. Wondered what he should do with his hands, if it was too soon—too forward—to rest a palm on Jason’s hip, or run fingers through his hair.
If he was...completely honest, it was really just a soft little peck— and the last domineering thing he’d done that night.
Because the next thing he knew, he was slammed into brick, held there easily while Jason kissed him like he planned to devour Tim whole.
When Tim was sure he couldn’t take much more without his legs failing, Jason had dropped to his knees. “This ok?” He said, hands on Tim’s thighs, probably holding him upright, and when the younger man had nodded, more than once, unable to find his voice, Jason had smirked and worked open the lower half of his stealth suit.
He guessed what made the encounter distinct, was that for once, Tim hadn't thought about stopping, not in a way that would've manifested into action. He wanted, needed it. It cleansed and replenished him at the same time.
Jason had sucked his dick like it was the only thing that mattered, like it was his reason for living, like there weren’t 20 armed drug dealers only a few staircases below them.
Tim remembered the soft feeling of Jason’s hair under his fingers, how he glanced up at Tim when his bangs were brushed from his forehead, his widening smirk whenever Tim moaned, and...and the color to his cheeks that told Tim Jason might be more effected by this sort of thing than he let on.
His mouth had been incredible. Too good.
Tim had told him that, blurted it out without meaning to, and Jason had just laughed. “Well, I didn’t pay my way through crime alley just jacking tires. Had my own local business for dick sucking. It could go on my resume and everything,” he’d said, and before Tim could follow that unsettling train of thought (to Jason, tragedy and comedy seemed to go hand in hand), Jason was deep-throating him again.
Even when Tim had warned him, with increasing urgency, that he was gonna cum, Jason had just pressed closer, nose brushing against the light line of his pubic hair, and when Tim did finally burst, he’d dutifully collected every last drop on his tongue, licking his lips as he pulled away.
He had gotten up, looked Tim right in the eye, and swallowed. Then smiled, leaving Tim with his pants around his knees, a casual "gotta run," thrown over his shoulder, like he hadn't just sucked Tim's soul clean through his dick.
Even if Tim was the one grabbing onto him first, even if Jason ended up on his knees, Jason had made it clear from the start, that he was the one in control, of the situation, of himself.
*
Jason barely stirred as Ra’s released his teeth and lapped the wound gently while his knot flagged.
When Ra’s pulled himself from the omega with a wet pop, he received only a pitiful whimper, though the alphas attentions were elsewhere, looking at the place he and Jason had been tied. Tim felt wetness leaking onto him again, and as his brain intrusively conjured a crude image of its source, his cheeks flushed angrily on the older mans behalf.
Then Ra’s freed Jason’s restrained arms from behind his back, stroked his hair. It took only a moment before Jason was relaxing into the touch, seeking it out. He turned his head to the side, sighing against Tim’s collar bone. His hips rolled lazily against Tim, and the younger man arched, clenching his teeth.
He needed to find a way out. Needed to figure out the solution, the way Bruce had taught him. Needed to save Jason, needed to protect him, even from himself, especially, especially while he still had control of his facilities, before he—
Suddenly Jason was being pulled off of him, rearranged as easily as a rag doll, until his hips were positioned above Tim’s head while his own mouth was dangerously close to Tim’s erection.
“I can see the gears in your head turning, young detective.” Ra’s said, somewhere out of sight. “And while I usually admire your calculative mind, this isn’t why I brought you together.”
The gag was pulled free, but before Tim had a chance to say anything, Jason’s hips were shoved down, hot cunt pressed against his lips, leaking with slick and cum. Instantly, Tim was breathing heavily, panicking, hyperventilating. He clamped his mouth shut, but Ra’s simply pinched his nostrils closed in response.
It was a short lived comparison of wills.
As Tim opened his mouth to breathe, vision fuzzy from lack of air, the liquid dripped past his lips, tasting like a oasis spring after a lifetime of wandering the desert.
Jason rolled his hips, leaving a slick trail along Tim’s chin, his gruff whine saying exactly what he needed without the omega ever having to utter a word. Or rather, demanding what he needed, his cries working as a siren song, threatening to drown anyone who heard it.
Two more rolls of Jason’s hips, and Tim had lost. Ra’s released his nose, no longer finding it necessary.
Tim swallowed, parted his lips, tilted his chin, and gave one, weak swipe of his tongue against Jason’s folds. He was instantly rewarded with another gush of liquid, which he lapped at with growing fervor. Jason continued to encourage him with little movements and soft moans, arching sharply when Tim finally pressed his tongue inside.
His slick worked as a powerful aphrodisiac, and suddenly Tim couldn’t remember why he had fought so rigorously against this in the first place.
Somewhere by his lower body, he heard Ra’s say something, felt Jason’s weight shift, and suddenly his cock was being enveloped in the tight, familiar heat of the omegas mouth.
Tim wrenched against the restraints, wanting to grip Jason by the hips to hold him, or spear him with his fingers and tongue at the same time. Instead, he pressed deeper, eating Jason’s cunt like it was his last meal on earth, and Jason mirrored his enthusiasm, sucking his cock diligently, though any time it seemed like Tim got even a bit close to cumming, Jason pulled away.
It was right out of his wet dreams. Except this, this was a nightmare.
*
He’d never seen Jason naked outside of the cave showers, only ever accidental viewings, never gotten to share intimacies anywhere conventional, only ever in broom closets, back alleys or roof tops, never been able to give back any of the pleasure Jason gifted him.
He’d offered, any time their work had unraveled into...diversions...but each time, Jason had easily evaded him. Only once, Jason had let him rub the outline of his fully-clothed cock in some seedy bar bathroom, panting into his hair.
Jason had worn a v-neck that night, part of some undercover frat boy tourist persona he was trying to workshop, and standing with his face rested against Jason’s pectoral, listening to his heart, Tim had been struck with a stroke of inspiration, not expecting much. But then Jason let out a deliciously robust cry as his nipple was tweaked, face red and soft, and Tim. Tim was instantly hard again.
His head had fogged up dangerously fast, imagining what it’d be like to strip Jason naked and wring pleasure from him until there wasn’t a thing left.
“Tim,” the older man gripped him tighter, like Tim was the railing overlooking a vast horizon, and Jason was afraid of losing his balance. His legs were trembling.
Jason could throw himself off buildings without batting an eye, but this kind of fall scared him, Tim realized.
“It’s alright,” Tim had said, “I’ve got you,”
He’d kissed him then, slipping his tongue into Jason’s mouth, grinding into his hip, and Jason had melted under his touch.
But they hadn’t gone much farther.
They’d gotten a call about a nearby robbery, and Jason had avoided him after that, the case he was working used as an excuse.
They’d run into each other nearly a month later, accidentally, and their reunion had ended more in pain than pleasure.
Jason had gone missing shortly after.
*
He lost himself in Jason’s taste for a time, perilous situation forgotten, until Ra’s moved up by Tim’s head, a reminder, smirking down at his undoubtedly debauched form before doing what Tim wanted to himself and pressing his long fingers into Jason’s cunt, curving them with purpose, slamming into a spot that had Jason arching out of Tim's reach with a high pitched yelp.
"He's quite sensitive, even for an omega, when touched here," Ra's told him, conversationally. "When we began, he became so overtaken with pleasure he didn't even know what to do. He wouldn't admit it, but I think it was the first time he'd experienced the feeling,"
It only took a few of these movements before Jason was cumming with a drawn out whine, his thick, unerect cocklet twitching but producing no more than a thin dribble, his pussy red and sopping wet with arousal. Ra’s fingers were equally drenched when he pulled them away.
Jason’s head bowed as he came down from his high, but after a few minutes he moved a bit to the side, off Tim, to a more comfortable position, and went back to gently lapping at the beta’s cock.
“Remember not to let him cum, Jason,” Ra’s said, licking the tip of his slick covered finger, tasting it absently. “He needs to cum inside you. That’s what you want, isn’t it?”
“Yes,” Jason echoed, and like this, even his voice was different, a strange pitch that made the idea of denying him even a single request seem impossible.
It was the first time he’d heard Jason speak in this place, but it wasn’t his voice. Still, Tim called for him.
“Jay,” He slurred, “Jay, it’s me.”
The omega just swallowed him down eagerly, hips already moving against the blankets, unshakable in his quest for pleasure by anyone but the alpha in the room.
The air was heavy with Jason and Ra’s scent, mingling together. Tim didn’t exist in this place. Not really.
Ra’s smiled down at Tim, as if he’d proved some great point. “He wants this, young detective. It would be more enjoyable if you admitted you did too.”
“It’s not...he can’t...make that decision, like this.” Tim panted, still hazy from the amount of slick he’d ingested.
“You think so? I’ve found omegas in heat are the most honest of us all,” Ra’s wiped the rest of the liquid on his fingers down Tim’s cheek. “Allowing yourself to openly and enthusiastically chase your pleasure requires vulnerability and a relinquishing of power most are unable to give in their lifetimes.”
“You’re...insane,” Tim spat, but the older man seemed immune to the insult. Probably had heard it so many times it no longer registered.
“That should be enough,” Ra’s said after sniffing at the air, one hand grasping Jason firmly by the neck and directing him along the pillow adorned bed. Then he’d given him an oddly gentle squeeze, waiting.
Jason shivered, then, slowly, just a bit awkwardly, lowered his upper body completely to the mattress, elevated his hips, ass out, so that his spine was in a rising slope, a perfect presentation. Tim’s throat went dry, breathing hard again. Something ugly and instinctual clawed at the cage of his ribs, threatening to break free.
“I’m also fairly certain he’s never experienced a genuine heat before.” Ra’s patted Jason’s ass the way one would when showing off a prized bitch. “From what I can gather, only the pit was able to kick-start his cycle, and my daughter had him on suppressants immediately afterwards. He didn’t even know how to take a proper mounting position. Probably had never been shown in his whole life, poor thing.” Ra’s nudged the omegas legs apart, making a lewd display of his abused sex. “He tried to act brave, but I could tell how uncertain he was. So I acquainted him with the matter.”
Tim wondered, sickeningly, how many times he’d been held down and fucked raw. “Don’t move,” Ra’s commanded, and, so unlike his usual self, Jason obeyed.
“Why are you doing this,” Tim asked. “It can’t just be…”
“I told you the last time we met, young detective. I intend to take everything from him. And from you.” Then Ra’s moved back to Tim, looking down at him with bright green eyes, spoke with an alphas tone. “I am going to release you, and I would appreciate it if you didn’t do anything unnecessary. Neither of you are in a position to fight, and I promise you will not be the one I punish if my patience is tested.”
Tim ran through the odds in his head.
He didn’t answer, just clenched his jaw so tight his teeth hurt. Ra’s, taking that as a sign the beta understood, began to free him from the mitt restraints, casting his robe aside, then dragging him over to where Jason lay. His wrists were then locked into chained handcuffs, though this time with enough give he had at least some range of motion on his limbs.
Ra’s clipped the front of Tim’s collar to the back of Jason’s, the cords length only giving them a short distance Tim was able to pull away before he would choke Jason, making it impossible for him to get a safe distance between them. In this position and proximity, instinct threatened to overtake logic again.
The older man was trembling still, but his hips wiggled invitingly now that he felt Tim behind him. After a moment of nothing happening, the omega whined, producing more slick in an attempt to ensnare a suitor.
“Yes, that’s right,” Ra’s said. “It’s time,”
All it took was one firm shove on the lower back from Ra’s to close the distance between them, molding Tim against Jason, pressing their skin together, and unable to stop himself, the younger man was shakily mounting him, poking at the cleft of his ass, then down towards his waiting cunt, rubbing against the soft folds. He was sweating, dizzy. With the last of his strength, Tim bit his lip so hard it bled, trying to regain himself, keep from entering. But it was too late. With a deft hand, Ra’s had taken his aching cock, leading it to Jason’s opening.
“Don’t,” Tim choked out, barely there. “Ra’s—“ but the alpha didn’t seem to even hear him.
“Perfect,” Ra’s whispered, guiding it inside.
Both men cried out at the feeling, Jason going totally limp under him. His cunt squeezed Tim in a vice grip as Tim was forced in to the hilt, causing his breath to catch from the pressure alone.
It was unlike anything he’d ever experienced, so intensely good it was overwhelming.
Like that, it was easy to let his mind wander, forget the reality of his situation, and instead fantasize about fucking Jason full, making the omega round with his pups, to imagine the older man wanted him, needed him. The image of Jason, chest softened with milk for their children, waiting safely for him to return in their shared nest, made rolling his hips into the man seem intuitive. Of course he was going to give Jason what he wanted, fuck him as much as he needed.
How could he say no, with the omega begging so sweetly beneath him? He gave a few shallow thrusts, and was rewarded with Jason’s relieved moans.
“Good,” Tim slurred, tipping his head to press a kiss into his sensitive neck, and Jason gasped, confirming a suspicion Tim had always been too worried about disrupting their fragile peace to investigate. “Perfect,”
Tim had asked himself a few times, what they were to each other. He'd never been totally comfortable with ambiguity.
Jason wasn’t really his boyfriend or his lover, wasn't his mate. So, what was he, to Tim? What was Tim, in Jason's eyes?
What were they, exactly?
He’d never really been able to figure out the answer.
*
They’d fought, the last time they’d seen each other. Tim couldn’t quite remember how their conversation had started. He’d known Jason was avoiding him, after what happened in the bar. He just didn’t understand why.
Some small part of him, dared to hope.
He remembered asking Jason, the question that had been on his mind for so long.
What are we, exactly?
And Jason...Jason had laughed at him.
Said something so pointed it gouged directly into Tim’s chest like his signature knife.
“Yeesh, I thought we lived in a world where you could suck someone’s dick without it becoming a whole thing,” Jason’s eyes were guarded, despite his casual words. “It was sex, Tim. I was bored and horny and I wanted to see if I could get you to unclench enough for that stick you’ve always got up your ass to come loose. That’s all,”
“You don’t really mean that,” Tim had said, finally. “I don’t know why you’re upset, but I’m sure we can—“
“Wanna bet?”
“What?”
“You wanna bet, on whether or not I mean it. What do you think your odds are, Replacement?” It’d been a long time, since Jason had called him that.
Tim didn’t have Dick’s natural talent. Jason’s real world experience.
So he relied on his mind.
Tim...was a strategist. Reading situations, reading people, was supposed to come easy to him. Jason was a book in a language he’d never seen before. But he tried his best, chipping away at words he thought looked familiar.
“Yeah. Here’s my wager. You want to be loved so bad it eats you up at night, but the minute anyone actually tries to meet you half way and get to know you in a way that counts, you turn tail and run. You get off on people being withholding, or pushing people away yourself,” Tim had spat. “And then you wonder, why you’re so miserable. The truth is, you’re the reason why. Because you’re scared of getting hurt. Scared that if anyone saw the real you, they wouldn’t like what they—”
“I’ll never love you.” Jason had said, simply, like he was bored, like the entire conversation was tedious. He knew every artery, tendon, nerve. Knew exactly where to strike. What kind of blow would be the most painful. “I don’t even like you. I tried, but you’re always just gonna be the guy who replaced me. And I hate you for it.” He said the words like he was stating basic facts.
When Jason cared about the subject of an argument, really, truly cared about it, he got angry, passionate, even if the point he was arguing for often wasn't the one he really meant. If Jason was upset, that was a sign that what they were talking about mattered.
Tim suddenly felt small.
He remembered tracing the lines of the floor with his eyes. “You really are as stupid as everyone says, if you think I could ever replace you.” Tim straightened his posture. “You know what, Jason? You wanna run away? Fine. But I won’t come looking for you,”
Jason had shrugged, like it was no big deal. “I never asked you to,”
Bruce had walked in on them then, and, picking up the tension in the room, asked what had happened, Tim had turned away.
“Nothing.” He’d said, willing himself not to let his face reflect the losing hand he was holding. “Nothing that matters, anyways.”
If you wanted to be a good strategist, you needed to be able to take an opponents techniques, and reflect them.
*
He hadn’t cum once tonight, hadn’t in awhile. Until Jason, he’d always cut off such pursuits before it got that far.
After leaving Lynx high and dry for the third time, he’d come to the conclusion that maybe it was about more than just testing his self control, keeping himself free of distractions.
When he’d started seeing Jason, he’d confirmed he always came the hardest when he was edged first.
Ra’s probably didn’t know that. Probably was just working him up with scents and teasing pleasure to ensure he came quickly, the thickest of his seed being the first inside Jason.
But it certainly wasn’t making things any easier for Tim, in his current situation.
He struggled in vain against the inevitable end, fighting against himself and his instincts, against his fate, the rhythm of his thrusts becoming off beat. His hands were holding Jason so tightly, he was sure there were bruises, but if Jason minded, he didn’t show it.
Maybe, maybe if he just...if he...he could...figure out a way...there was always some kind of...
There had to be some kind of way. There just had to.
Ra’s sighed behind him, and suddenly there was a heavy weight on his back, Ra’s starting to press against him harshly, in turn forcing him into Jason at the same pace. "Your pack certainly has a habit of making simple things unnecessarily difficult, Timothy. I wonder if that trait is what holds you together, instead of blood,"
Tim’s vision spotted, mouth falling open, and it didn’t take long after that.
Jason’s cries reached a crescendo, wordlessly begging Tim to keep the brutal pace, his pussy squeezing Tim like he was trying to milk him for everything he had. Eventually, Tim started moving on his own again, Ra’s no longer forcing his thrusts. His hips began to stutter, a tell that any minute he would be free-falling over the precipice.
His head was full of static.
He faintly heard someone apologizing, over and over, before realizing the voice was his own. Jason didn’t even seem to hear him though, too far gone, tangled too deeply in the twisted web of pleasure Ra’s had laid for them.
In a last ditch effort, the younger man tried to pull out just before he came, but Ra’s, never having strayed far, cut him off instantly, forcing him back in as far as he would go and holding him there. Tim ground into Jason with short, jerky thrusts, unable to pull away any further.
His vision blurred, and he realized he was crying.
“You don’t have to fight it, young detective. You don’t even need to feel guilty. Can’t you tell?” The older man said, against the shell of the betas ear, and Tim could feel his hard cock poking Tim’s back. “He needs you.”
As if in agreement, Jason clamped down around him.
Tim choked out a gasp, the pressure now unbearable, and his vision went white as he came. He felt a hand roughly push his head down to Jason’s neck, and before even realizing what he’d done, Tim had sunk his teeth in, tasting blood. Jason went painfully rigid beneath him, cunt convulsing, limbs locked, as he came with a silent scream.
Tim wasn’t able to form a knot, but Ra’s didn’t move from where he had them forced together, and Tim didn’t have the strength to try and get away. Jason was simply shuddering weakly below him, boneless. Finally, after what seemed like an eternity, Ra’s pulled away, unclipped the collar the held the two men together, undid the handcuffs and dragged Tim off the omega, locking him back into the mitt restraints while he was still shell shocked by the force of his orgasm.
As soon as he had Tim secured, Ra’s called someone, and two betas entered the canopy, never opening the thick canvas enough for their surroundings to be revealed. With damp towels and small vials, they gently cleaned, sanitized, and oiled Tim, who never took his eyes off the omega across the room.
Ra’s had turned his attentions to Jason as well, laying him out supine, with a gentleness that made all his previous actions look like they’d come from someone else entirely. The omega barely stirred, all strength fucked out of him, only making soft, satisfied noises whenever he was touched. As Ra’s leaned to nose at the fresh bite mark at his neck, the omega instinctively half-rolled his body to show him, sighing contentedly as Ra’s laved the wound with his tongue.
After a bit, Ra’s coaxed him on his back again, before patting at Jason’s thigh. The omega, eyes drooping a bit in exhaustion, made a uncertain noise, but he spread his legs without a fight, creating a perfect slot for Ra’s to fit between.
“No,” Tim said, pitifully. “Stop it, Ra’s. He’s had enough.”
“Enough? We have just begun. I near my rut,” Ra’s said, “Though I don’t expect you to understand this sort of thing. Rest now, Timothy. You’ve met your purpose, for the time being,”
Ra’s gave a simple snap of the fingers, and one of the servants put the gag back in place. Something poked at his arm, and he lost function of his muscles like the cutting of a puppets strings. Not putting him under, though. Ra’s wasn’t kind enough for that.
Just before the belt was completely fastened, Tim called out, shocking himself, and his captor. “Please. Please.”
“I admit, I am a bit disappointed, Timothy.” Ra’s looked at him. “One of your standing should know better than to beg. It’s unbecoming.”
And that was the last time Ra’s regarded him, not looking his way once as he lowered himself onto Jason, taking him in a deep kiss.
Tim could see where Ra’s was rutting against the omega, could tell the exact moment he was entered. Jason arched with a ragged cry, but when Ra’s bent closer to him, taking the omegas wrists and pulling it to his own shoulder, then patting the omegas thigh, Jason wrapped around him dutifully, arms going around neck, legs crossing at the small of his back. As Ra’s thrusts picked up speed, Jason pressed closer, clinging to him like a life-line.
*
He still remembered the full body nausea when Bruce, after being needled by multiple members of the pack, himself included, about his recent behavior (angry, secretive, reckless), had finally revealed that Jason was nowhere to be found, that he'd failed to arrive for designated briefing of an undercover mission he'd been working, and Bruce suspected foul play. Jason's living quarters had not been used in two, maybe three weeks, meaning that if he had been taken, it had been awhile ago. There were signs of struggle, a few stray flecks of blood, and very little else.
The scene had been forged, any evidence probably left purposefully. In truth, they had no solid leads.
He’d told them to be careful, that it was very likely someone was observing them from the shadows. They were being taunted, the fate of their pack mate dangled just out of reach, left up to their imagination. Whoever had done this, Bruce said, would likely take advantage of anxiety, turn it to full blown vulnerability.
Tim had noticed how Bruce had turned to look, right at him, when he’d made that point.
What he hadn’t said, but also hadn’t hidden in the file, was that, coupled with the blood, there were traces of fluid, sexual in nature. Whether to protect them from the horror and following panic such a realization would bring, or to save himself, and Jason, the discomfort, Tim wasn’t sure.
All he’d known was that he needed to find Jason, as quickly as he could.
“I let him down,” Bruce had said, broad shoulders curving in, showing how worn he was, how close to collapse. “I failed him, again. I wanted...I was supposed to protect him, this time.”
No, Tim had wanted to say. No, it wasn’t Bruce’s fault. It was—
If he’d hadn’t pressed the matter, never said what he did, Jason wouldn’t have—If he’d just been smarter, been faster, been stronger, been better, this never—
An animal separated from its pack, was the easiest to hunt. In the wild, isolation, above anything else, was the leading cause of death.
It was his own fault.
*
At some point, the blindfold came loose, and when Jason tilted his head, their eyes met.
But there wasn’t even an inkling of recognition. He observed Tim like he would a stranger. His cheeks were flushed, eyes hazy. He was panting softly.
Jason was finally looking at him, but couldn’t see a thing.
He turned back to Ra’s, who was still inside him. Slowly, carefully, Jason leaned forward, gently nosing at the older mans neck, before sniffing him. Ra’s froze, but didn’t dissuade him.Tim fantasized that Jason was going to take the demon head’s neck in his jaws and bite down in triumph, having played along for just the right moment to strike.
Instead, Jason simply pulled away after a moment or two. His lips parted, gazing into Ra’s eyes. It looked so intimate, Tim felt like the twisted one for watching.
His voice was so soft, Tim almost missed it.
“Alpha,” Jason said the title like he was testing the waters.
It was amazing how a single word, could make Tim feel as though he'd experienced his heart being ripped from his body.
Jason didn’t call Bruce that, probably never had, never would. And Tim knew, deep down, he probably hadn’t used it for anyone, not once in his whole life.
The air thickened with a plume of pheromones, like a bomb had gone off. “That’s right,” Ra’s growled, pulling him sharply by the hips with a renewed vigor, earning a gasp. “My qamar,”
Tim just felt drained, like there wasn’t anything left in him. No more to take.
He closed his eyes, unable to bare witness for even a second longer. But it only seemed to make everything louder in his ears.
*
“I’ll look for him. I’ll find him,” Tim had vowed. He wasn’t sure if he was telling Bruce, or himself. “I’ll bring him home.”