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Fic: Transformation (Bruce/Dick) NC-17
Title: Transformation
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Cheesy Clichéd Romance!!
Word Count: 3,606
Summary: Dick has a Halloween surprise for Bruce.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for bradygirl_12's 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge and for bradygirl_12's birthday. Formerly "One Night at the Manor"!! All parts in this post. Also, will be cross-posted.
Transformation
With tiny bats dancing in his stomach, Dick glanced at the clock. Ten till two. By now, Bruce would be on his way back to the Manor after a long night of battling the evils of party-goers dressed like the Joker, Two-Face, and worse, the Scarecrow. He would be exhausted for sure, but at least he'd had Tim for backup. The youngest Robin would have insisted that they get back by two AM after the long Halloween night, which, from what Dick had heard from Oracle, had been thankfully uneventful.
For now the preparations for a relaxing night in were complete, and Dick could only wait for Bruce to get back, pacing a little with a nervous smile playing on his lips. It wasn't every night he was able to call in a few favors to pamper his lover, after all.
* * * * *
Pulling the Batmobile into the cave and parking it, Batman shut off the engine, scowling - as per his usual - and climbed out of the car, Tim exiting the passenger side. “If I have to deal with another jack-ass pretending to set off smoke bombs of Joker venom, I swear I'll―”
“Chill, Bruce,” Robin cut him off, following him up the stairs from the Cave to the Manor. “They were harmless. Not like they meant anyone any harm.”
“Hmph,” the older man replied, stripping off his cowl and cape before passing through the narrow doorway behind the old grandfather clock in the library - and stopping dead in his tracks.
The Manor was awash with comforting aromas, from apples to pumpkin to squash, and... is that incense?
“Hey, smells good in here! I wonder what Alfred has going in the kitchen,” Tim said, before slipping away down the hall.
Cocking his head in slight confusion and suspicion, Bruce made his way upstairs, where he was met with the sound of music emanating from his suite. What the―?
Slowly, he stepped to his door and nudged it open.
The scene he discovered was nothing he had been prepared for, especially not after the insanity he'd had to deal with tonight. High above the perimeter of the room, lit pillar candles flickered, floating in midair, casting subtle shadows over everything. The bed had been made in black silk sheets and turned down for the evening, scattered with the darkest red rose petals Bruce had ever seen.
The music, as it turned out, was Loreena McKennitt. “All Soul's Night”, if he wasn't mistaken. Ironic choice, he noted darkly.
The air of anise and sandalwood incense was even stronger here, mixed with the unmistakable aroma of pumpkin pie spices, and simply breathing in the warm scents had the muscles in Bruce's neck beginning to relax, if only marginally.
But the Bat was still on his guard. He hadn't had a guest here in months, and with Dick off to spend Halloween in Metropolis - of all places - he should have come home to an empty bedroom. This just... didn't make sense. Stepping carefully into the room, he dropped his cowl and cape on a chair and rounded the king-sized bed toward the bathroom to see if it, too, was done up like a cheesy gothic romance novel.
Sure enough... Candles hung in the air around the otherwise dark room, casting their soft shadows on the marble and tile, and the over-sized jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water, the bath drawn and ready for an occupant.
He had to admit it looked inviting; the quick shower he'd counted on just didn't seem quite right now.
“Happy Samhain. You like it?”
Bruce whirled on the sudden voice, recognition sending a surprised tingle down his spine. “Dick!”
“In the flesh,” the younger man grinned, leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest, clad only in a towel tucked around his waist. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint in the candlelight, peeking through errant locks of dark hair.
“I thought you were in Metropolis,” Bruce frowned, coming forward to wrap his arms around his lover.
“Heh. Some things still manage to fly under your radar.” Returning the firm hug, Dick leaned up to kiss Bruce lightly. “Favor from Oracle. She owed me one.”
Still frowning with a furrowed brow, Bruce pressed for more with a grumble that came out more like a purr, “And the candles?”
“Zatanna owed me one, too. Or, she owed Clark one. He just passed it on to me.”
Shaking his head again as he released Dick, Bruce returned his own wicked grin, “You know I'm going to have to get you back for this?”
“Oh, I'm counting on it,” Dick smiled again, reaching for Bruce's utility belt to remove it. “But for now, let's get that Gotham grime off of you so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
* * * * *
Pressing back into the skilled hands kneading out the knots in his shoulders, Bruce luxuriated in the hot bath, the water jets hitting all the right spots. If he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he didn't use the tub nearly often enough. God knew his body could use the massage on a more regular basis.
When lips brushed against his ear on their way down to nibble a little on his neck, he shivered involuntarily and let out a quiet sigh. Dammit, but Dick always knew the little things that made him nuts.
“Like that?” came Dick's teasing voice from behind him as the younger man continued to work on Bruce's shoulders and arms.
“Mmmm...”
“That's what I thought,” Dick giggled, wrapping his arms around Bruce and pulling him back against himself. He shifted beneath the weight of his lover, holding tight as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of having Bruce there with him, safe and whole.
For his part, Bruce didn't think he ever wanted to move again, so relaxed he was already. Something in the incense, he decided offhand. Probably Zatanna's work. But he shrugged off the notion as his attention moved back to Dick, breathing beneath him, shifting again.
“Keep that up and we'll need to get a shower, too,” he warned lightly.
Smiling against him, Dick nuzzled into Bruce's wet hair.
* * * * *
A half-hour later found Dick wrapping Bruce up into a fluffy black towel, the older man thoroughly enjoying the pampering, any protest lost to the unexpected sense of ease that had crept over him slowly during the bath. It was like he'd been hit with Ivy's damn spores, but better. More pleasurable. Something he didn't have any intention of fighting. Yup, definitely something in the incense, he decided as Dick led him by the hand back into the bedroom.
The faint light trails off the floating candles served as proof of his theory, and he couldn't help a smile as he watched them flicker, the light dancing and flowing to the ethereal music filling the room. The slightly hallucinogenic effect didn't even alarm him, and as odd as that should have been, he knew it was all okay; he trusted Dick more than anyone, more than himself.
“Lie down on your stomach,” Dick commanded as they reached the large bed. “I've got another surprise for you.”
Bruce couldn't even think of a witty comeback as he lay down on the black silk sheets, the dark rose petals rustling around him and beneath him. His mind was growing fuzzier by the moment, calm overtaking him. “Mmmm,” he murmured contentedly as he felt Dick's weight on the bed, the younger man coming to straddle him with strong legs.
Fingertips slicked with fragrant sandalwood oil pressed into the small of his back at once, to begin to work at the remaining tension Bruce knew Dick had always been able to find, and a pleasured moan escaped him with the sensation, the banishment of the tight control he held onto like a lifeline. It was so... good, and he felt himself letting go, letting it all go. For now he could just be, just be here with Dick, just be loved.
After a long while of kneading and pressing and working it all out, Dick moved off of Bruce, wiping away the oil with the fluffy towel and tossing it away. He lay down beside his lover, arm draped over his waist, and Bruce turned onto his side to face him, propping his head up with his hand.
“Feeling good and relaxed, then?” Dick asked him, smiling softly and running a hand teasingly up Bruce's side.
“Definitely, yes,” Bruce purred. He blinked almost sleepily, though he didn't feel truly tired. “Dare I ask what was in the incense?”
A sly grin met him at the question. “Let's just say that I owe Zatanna now. Though... she did provide this as a gift,” he explained, reaching behind Bruce and retrieving a small black pouch. “For both of us.”
Raising an eyebrow, Bruce found himself more curious and a little aroused to discover there was more to Dick's surprise evening. How could it get any better?
* * * * *
“Do you trust me?” Dick's voice draped over Bruce like a warm blanket, and the Bat shivered slightly as something deep in his gut curled up like a contented cat.
“Implicitly,” he whispered back.
Dick gave a wry smile, and suddenly he was covering Bruce's eyes with a blindfold. “No peeking.”
The older man nodded, laying his head back down on the pillow. He heard the rustle as Dick rose from the bed, a slight shuffle as he made his way around the room, seeming to be preparing something. But his head was too fuzzy, just... mellow, to be bothered to try and puzzle out what Dick was up to. Besides, not knowing was infinitely more arousing. After the lengths Dick had gone to, to surprise him, Bruce wasn't sure he could guess, anyway. It could be anything from bondage to―
“All right, c'mere,” Dick said gently, pulling Bruce up from the bed by his hand, making no move to take off the blindfold.
Another nod, and Bruce was standing, being led a few steps into the center of the room, where, he could swear, the incense was thicker, the music more intense.
“Sit.”
Bruce sunk to the floor easily, arranging himself with his legs crossed Indian-style. He heard Dick move around him a few times, muttering something under his breath, and there was a snap. Something... he felt, rather than heard. Like a door being closed, a bubble surrounding him. He wasn't sure. But it felt... safe. Safer than he'd felt in a long time, except when he was with Dick.
A soft smile crossed his lips.
Then Dick was in front of him, reaching forward to pull off the blindfold. Bruce blinked in the low candlelight, taking in his surroundings once again. He and Dick were sitting, facing each other, in the center of a wide ring of candles, moved from their perch in the air to hover barely a foot off the floor. The flames flickered with some sort of iridescent rainbow of colors that Bruce couldn't even begin to name, the light trails swirling about, joining together in what almost seemed to be a perfect circle, surrounding them, protecting them. A thought crossed his mind. Perhaps this was what he'd felt. If it was Zatanna's magic, then...
Dick held out his hands, palm up, and Bruce saw two dark crystals, one in each hand. He recognized them at once: black tourmaline. Light glinted off the ridged sides and the smooth faces at either ends of the crystals, and his gaze transfixed on the one in his lover's left hand.
“Pick one,” Dick said quietly.
Without any further thought, Bruce reached out with his right hand for the crystal he couldn't take his eyes off of, and the moment his fist closed around it, he began to feel lighter, as if something heavy was draining away from him. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling wash over him, amazed.
But Dick wasn't finished. “One more.”
Bruce's eyes lazily opened, and he saw two more large crystals in Dick's hands: perfect dodecahedral red garnet. This time, his eyes fixed upon the one in his lover's right hand, and he immediately reached forward to take it, his fingers closing over the blood-red crystal tightly.
At once, his belly began to grow warm.
He looked at Dick, then, puzzled. “What―?”
Smiling again, Dick chuckled warmly. “Heh. Just close your eyes and go with it.”
Bruce took one last look at the younger man's eyes, sparkling in the candlelight, before shutting his own, and the sound of Dick muttering under his breath surrounded the Bat once again. He couldn't make out all the words, but it was an ancient language, a dialect of Egyptian he'd heard Zatanna speak on a few occasions, thick and powerful, heavy with promise and vitality.
The word for 'transformation' sounded clearly to Bruce, followed at some point by the names of old gods; Anubis, Bastet.
The feeling of heaviness draining from him intensified as Dick's voice faded to nothing, darkness passing out from his chest, through his arm and hand, into the black stone in his fist. Images flickered beneath his eyelids: pearls on pavement, a bloody Robin uniform, a sky full of merciless OMACs. Each one painful, each one a horror. They flickered for what felt like hours, scenes of torture, pain, death, and guilt, relentless.
But as each one came, it passed, and was gone, oppressive weight lifting from his chest. So much weight released that he began to feel light headed.
Then the warmth in his belly began to grow, flames reaching up his spine and down to his toes, stopping at his chest and his groin on the way and alighting them with fire. Passioned heat spread through him to every nerve ending, every tissue, every cell, and the crystal in his hand became like a burning meteor.
His fist clenched tighter around the garnet, feeling the crystal pulse in time with the waves of energy overtaking him, and he lost himself in the overwhelming sensation, the music swelling around him, the thick anise incense. Heart pounding, head light with pleasure and desire, he was hardly aware that Dick had begun to speak again, ancient words slipping from him easily.
The bottom dropped out of Bruce's stomach.
For a moment he was in free fall, plummeting to the Earth, until he felt the world coalesce to something more tangible, the heat in his body pulling back to his core, wrapping itself up into a tight sphere, a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Around him, there was another snap, and the protective circle seemed to vanish. His eyes popped open, his mouth agape. “Wh-what was that?” he stammered, breathing heavily.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Dick grinned, “Transformation.”
“No kidding.”
“Feeling even better, I take it?”
Letting out a low growl, Bruce felt a lick of flame shudder forth from his belly, and dropping the crystals to the floor, he pounced.
* * * * *
Bruce wasn't sure how they made it back to the bed, but there they were, two writhing bodies silhouetted together beneath the flicker of the candles against the black silk and dark rose petals, hands on firm muscles, mouths crashing together ferociously. Tasting his lover's lips, apple and cinnamon and pumpkin sweet on Dick's breath from an evening of Halloween treats, Bruce purred again, fully aroused now and wanting nothing more than to properly take advantage of the rest of the night.
“Mmm, Bruce,” Dick moaned huskily as his hands came up to cradle the other man's head, fingers twining into short, dark hair and Bruce moving to nibble at the spot beneath his left ear. “Aaaahhh...” Dick's erection twitched against his lover's hip eagerly, and he curled a leg around Bruce, drawing the man above him more tightly to him, fitting them together more intimately. Fire stretched out from his own belly, the amazingly transformed energy blazing through him and lighting his skin on fire with every touch. “So good...”
Bruce pressed himself closer to Dick, feeling the line of their bodies meeting perfectly, his hips thrusting forward almost of their own volition. “You... feel it, too,” he panted against the younger man's neck, still licking and suckling at the salty sweet skin. “The fire...”
“Oh, yes...” Dick breathed in return. “Gift... for both of us, remember?”
Nodding against the side of his lover's face, Bruce growled, “Less talk, more sex,” and his hand reached between them to stroke Dick's shaft, thumb rolling over the sensitive head, caressing the slit and smearing the slick drop of pre-come already forming.
Dick hissed in pleasure, bucking into Bruce's hand willingly, needing more, and he gripped the other man's shoulders tightly and spread his legs wider, waiting for Bruce to position himself properly and enter him. Lube or no, he wanted this, now.
But Bruce had other ideas, apparently. His hand continued to stroke Dick's cock, fingertips brushing his balls, leaving trails of white heat in their wake. Dick could only moan eagerly, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensory onslaught.
Then, when the pressure began to build dangerously inside him, he felt that hand shift, bringing Bruce's cock to rub against his. The older man held their shafts together, thrusting through his hand, sliding against Dick hungrily. Dick could feel the need, the urgency in his lover's movements, the overload of pleasure, and worked his own hips in time with Bruce's, finding a rhythm to match, feeding the lust-filled inferno between them.
He wasn't sure he could last much longer. Wanted Bruce inside him. Needed to keep going. Needed―
“Turn over,” came Bruce's breathless command as he released their cocks, lifting up slightly from his younger lover.
Dick was more than happy to comply, and dropped his leg from Bruce's waist, twisting to flip onto his stomach.
The sight Bruce was treated to was nothing short of extraordinary: Dick lying face down on the black silk of the bed, waiting for him, legs spread, ready for Bruce to fuck him. He was his. All his.
Gripping Dick by the hips, he hauled him up until the younger man was on his knees, firm cheeks spread wide, inviting him.
It only took a few seconds to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand, fix the latter into place, and work his slicked fingers into Dick's ass.
Dick threw back his head, already sweaty hair flipping back in turn, as he felt Bruce's fingers easing in, stretching him quickly. First one, then two. Deft fingertips pushed deeper, seeking out that magical spot, and when they brushed past it, pressing firmly, a groan ripped from Dick's throat, the younger man arching into his lover's touch.
Behind him, Bruce held tight to the bucking hips, fingers curling inside Dick, his own cock begging to fuck his lover. Finally withdrawing his fingers, he pressed his erection to the readied entrance, feeling the burning heat of Dick's ass surround him as he pushed in.
Slowly.
But with both their breaths coming fast now, he couldn't wait another second. Thrusting forward, he plunged deep into Dick, stretching him, filling him.
Another thrust.
Fire.
Pleasure.
Neither thought they could take it much longer without exploding as they crashed together, Bruce thrusting wildly, madly, and Dick slamming backward onto his lover's cock.
Propping himself up, Bruce reached beneath Dick to grasp his lover's erection again, pumping quickly in time with their frenzied movements.
Dick arched again as Bruce crashed over his prostate repeatedly, his body tensing as pressure filled him to the brim, waiting to burst forth. Gods, yes... “Bruce...” he panted, his eyes crossing and losing focus.
A lustful growl met him in return as they moved together, headed for the precipice, both losing all control and teetering on the edge.
Brilliant lights flickered through both of their vision as the inferno raged between them, consuming them, flames reaching every last nerve ending. And then their bodies were completely ablaze, sparks shooting forth as they passed over the crest of their orgasms, blinding pleasure blanking out the world to them. Both roaring and shuddering in absolute release, Bruce gripped Dick's hip tighter, holding the younger man to him as he plunged deep with one final thrust, pumping Dick's cock with the other hand as sticky seed was expelled onto the silk sheets.
* * * * *
The next thing Bruce knew, he was laying on his back, the cool of the sheets beneath him and Dick next to him, curling into his side. The flicker of the hovering candles danced above them, light trails swirling in various hues Bruce hoped he would remember in the morning. Dick leaned up to press a firm kiss to his mouth, pulling back with a satisfied, quirky grin. “I guess my surprise was a hit.”
With a lazy, “Mmmm...” Bruce smiled back, dark eyes fixing on his younger lover's jeweled blue pair. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a night quite like this one, didn't think he ever would again, but for now, he could enjoy the feeling of having the weight of his past transformed into something so much more pleasurable, the feeling of Dick Grayson pressed warmly against him, the feeling of being loved just this much.
Dipping his head down, he returned a playful kiss, stroking Dick's jaw with his fingertips and tasting sweet, spicy cinnamon on those gorgeous lips. With the scent of anise and sandalwood filling his nostrils, Bruce smiled again, sated and eased, rumbling contentedly, “Thank you, Dick.”
* * * * *
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Dick
Rating: NC-17
Warning: Cheesy Clichéd Romance!!
Word Count: 3,606
Summary: Dick has a Halloween surprise for Bruce.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Note: Written for bradygirl_12's 2007 DCU Fic/Art Halloween Challenge and for bradygirl_12's birthday. Formerly "One Night at the Manor"!! All parts in this post. Also, will be cross-posted.
Transformation
With tiny bats dancing in his stomach, Dick glanced at the clock. Ten till two. By now, Bruce would be on his way back to the Manor after a long night of battling the evils of party-goers dressed like the Joker, Two-Face, and worse, the Scarecrow. He would be exhausted for sure, but at least he'd had Tim for backup. The youngest Robin would have insisted that they get back by two AM after the long Halloween night, which, from what Dick had heard from Oracle, had been thankfully uneventful.
For now the preparations for a relaxing night in were complete, and Dick could only wait for Bruce to get back, pacing a little with a nervous smile playing on his lips. It wasn't every night he was able to call in a few favors to pamper his lover, after all.
* * * * *
Pulling the Batmobile into the cave and parking it, Batman shut off the engine, scowling - as per his usual - and climbed out of the car, Tim exiting the passenger side. “If I have to deal with another jack-ass pretending to set off smoke bombs of Joker venom, I swear I'll―”
“Chill, Bruce,” Robin cut him off, following him up the stairs from the Cave to the Manor. “They were harmless. Not like they meant anyone any harm.”
“Hmph,” the older man replied, stripping off his cowl and cape before passing through the narrow doorway behind the old grandfather clock in the library - and stopping dead in his tracks.
The Manor was awash with comforting aromas, from apples to pumpkin to squash, and... is that incense?
“Hey, smells good in here! I wonder what Alfred has going in the kitchen,” Tim said, before slipping away down the hall.
Cocking his head in slight confusion and suspicion, Bruce made his way upstairs, where he was met with the sound of music emanating from his suite. What the―?
Slowly, he stepped to his door and nudged it open.
The scene he discovered was nothing he had been prepared for, especially not after the insanity he'd had to deal with tonight. High above the perimeter of the room, lit pillar candles flickered, floating in midair, casting subtle shadows over everything. The bed had been made in black silk sheets and turned down for the evening, scattered with the darkest red rose petals Bruce had ever seen.
The music, as it turned out, was Loreena McKennitt. “All Soul's Night”, if he wasn't mistaken. Ironic choice, he noted darkly.
The air of anise and sandalwood incense was even stronger here, mixed with the unmistakable aroma of pumpkin pie spices, and simply breathing in the warm scents had the muscles in Bruce's neck beginning to relax, if only marginally.
But the Bat was still on his guard. He hadn't had a guest here in months, and with Dick off to spend Halloween in Metropolis - of all places - he should have come home to an empty bedroom. This just... didn't make sense. Stepping carefully into the room, he dropped his cowl and cape on a chair and rounded the king-sized bed toward the bathroom to see if it, too, was done up like a cheesy gothic romance novel.
Sure enough... Candles hung in the air around the otherwise dark room, casting their soft shadows on the marble and tile, and the over-sized jacuzzi tub was filled with steaming water, the bath drawn and ready for an occupant.
He had to admit it looked inviting; the quick shower he'd counted on just didn't seem quite right now.
“Happy Samhain. You like it?”
Bruce whirled on the sudden voice, recognition sending a surprised tingle down his spine. “Dick!”
“In the flesh,” the younger man grinned, leaning against the door jam with his arms crossed over his chest, clad only in a towel tucked around his waist. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous glint in the candlelight, peeking through errant locks of dark hair.
“I thought you were in Metropolis,” Bruce frowned, coming forward to wrap his arms around his lover.
“Heh. Some things still manage to fly under your radar.” Returning the firm hug, Dick leaned up to kiss Bruce lightly. “Favor from Oracle. She owed me one.”
Still frowning with a furrowed brow, Bruce pressed for more with a grumble that came out more like a purr, “And the candles?”
“Zatanna owed me one, too. Or, she owed Clark one. He just passed it on to me.”
Shaking his head again as he released Dick, Bruce returned his own wicked grin, “You know I'm going to have to get you back for this?”
“Oh, I'm counting on it,” Dick smiled again, reaching for Bruce's utility belt to remove it. “But for now, let's get that Gotham grime off of you so we can enjoy the rest of the night.”
* * * * *
Pressing back into the skilled hands kneading out the knots in his shoulders, Bruce luxuriated in the hot bath, the water jets hitting all the right spots. If he was being honest with himself, he'd admit that he didn't use the tub nearly often enough. God knew his body could use the massage on a more regular basis.
When lips brushed against his ear on their way down to nibble a little on his neck, he shivered involuntarily and let out a quiet sigh. Dammit, but Dick always knew the little things that made him nuts.
“Like that?” came Dick's teasing voice from behind him as the younger man continued to work on Bruce's shoulders and arms.
“Mmmm...”
“That's what I thought,” Dick giggled, wrapping his arms around Bruce and pulling him back against himself. He shifted beneath the weight of his lover, holding tight as he closed his eyes, just enjoying the feeling of having Bruce there with him, safe and whole.
For his part, Bruce didn't think he ever wanted to move again, so relaxed he was already. Something in the incense, he decided offhand. Probably Zatanna's work. But he shrugged off the notion as his attention moved back to Dick, breathing beneath him, shifting again.
“Keep that up and we'll need to get a shower, too,” he warned lightly.
Smiling against him, Dick nuzzled into Bruce's wet hair.
* * * * *
A half-hour later found Dick wrapping Bruce up into a fluffy black towel, the older man thoroughly enjoying the pampering, any protest lost to the unexpected sense of ease that had crept over him slowly during the bath. It was like he'd been hit with Ivy's damn spores, but better. More pleasurable. Something he didn't have any intention of fighting. Yup, definitely something in the incense, he decided as Dick led him by the hand back into the bedroom.
The faint light trails off the floating candles served as proof of his theory, and he couldn't help a smile as he watched them flicker, the light dancing and flowing to the ethereal music filling the room. The slightly hallucinogenic effect didn't even alarm him, and as odd as that should have been, he knew it was all okay; he trusted Dick more than anyone, more than himself.
“Lie down on your stomach,” Dick commanded as they reached the large bed. “I've got another surprise for you.”
Bruce couldn't even think of a witty comeback as he lay down on the black silk sheets, the dark rose petals rustling around him and beneath him. His mind was growing fuzzier by the moment, calm overtaking him. “Mmmm,” he murmured contentedly as he felt Dick's weight on the bed, the younger man coming to straddle him with strong legs.
Fingertips slicked with fragrant sandalwood oil pressed into the small of his back at once, to begin to work at the remaining tension Bruce knew Dick had always been able to find, and a pleasured moan escaped him with the sensation, the banishment of the tight control he held onto like a lifeline. It was so... good, and he felt himself letting go, letting it all go. For now he could just be, just be here with Dick, just be loved.
After a long while of kneading and pressing and working it all out, Dick moved off of Bruce, wiping away the oil with the fluffy towel and tossing it away. He lay down beside his lover, arm draped over his waist, and Bruce turned onto his side to face him, propping his head up with his hand.
“Feeling good and relaxed, then?” Dick asked him, smiling softly and running a hand teasingly up Bruce's side.
“Definitely, yes,” Bruce purred. He blinked almost sleepily, though he didn't feel truly tired. “Dare I ask what was in the incense?”
A sly grin met him at the question. “Let's just say that I owe Zatanna now. Though... she did provide this as a gift,” he explained, reaching behind Bruce and retrieving a small black pouch. “For both of us.”
Raising an eyebrow, Bruce found himself more curious and a little aroused to discover there was more to Dick's surprise evening. How could it get any better?
* * * * *
“Do you trust me?” Dick's voice draped over Bruce like a warm blanket, and the Bat shivered slightly as something deep in his gut curled up like a contented cat.
“Implicitly,” he whispered back.
Dick gave a wry smile, and suddenly he was covering Bruce's eyes with a blindfold. “No peeking.”
The older man nodded, laying his head back down on the pillow. He heard the rustle as Dick rose from the bed, a slight shuffle as he made his way around the room, seeming to be preparing something. But his head was too fuzzy, just... mellow, to be bothered to try and puzzle out what Dick was up to. Besides, not knowing was infinitely more arousing. After the lengths Dick had gone to, to surprise him, Bruce wasn't sure he could guess, anyway. It could be anything from bondage to―
“All right, c'mere,” Dick said gently, pulling Bruce up from the bed by his hand, making no move to take off the blindfold.
Another nod, and Bruce was standing, being led a few steps into the center of the room, where, he could swear, the incense was thicker, the music more intense.
“Sit.”
Bruce sunk to the floor easily, arranging himself with his legs crossed Indian-style. He heard Dick move around him a few times, muttering something under his breath, and there was a snap. Something... he felt, rather than heard. Like a door being closed, a bubble surrounding him. He wasn't sure. But it felt... safe. Safer than he'd felt in a long time, except when he was with Dick.
A soft smile crossed his lips.
Then Dick was in front of him, reaching forward to pull off the blindfold. Bruce blinked in the low candlelight, taking in his surroundings once again. He and Dick were sitting, facing each other, in the center of a wide ring of candles, moved from their perch in the air to hover barely a foot off the floor. The flames flickered with some sort of iridescent rainbow of colors that Bruce couldn't even begin to name, the light trails swirling about, joining together in what almost seemed to be a perfect circle, surrounding them, protecting them. A thought crossed his mind. Perhaps this was what he'd felt. If it was Zatanna's magic, then...
Dick held out his hands, palm up, and Bruce saw two dark crystals, one in each hand. He recognized them at once: black tourmaline. Light glinted off the ridged sides and the smooth faces at either ends of the crystals, and his gaze transfixed on the one in his lover's left hand.
“Pick one,” Dick said quietly.
Without any further thought, Bruce reached out with his right hand for the crystal he couldn't take his eyes off of, and the moment his fist closed around it, he began to feel lighter, as if something heavy was draining away from him. Closing his eyes, he let the feeling wash over him, amazed.
But Dick wasn't finished. “One more.”
Bruce's eyes lazily opened, and he saw two more large crystals in Dick's hands: perfect dodecahedral red garnet. This time, his eyes fixed upon the one in his lover's right hand, and he immediately reached forward to take it, his fingers closing over the blood-red crystal tightly.
At once, his belly began to grow warm.
He looked at Dick, then, puzzled. “What―?”
Smiling again, Dick chuckled warmly. “Heh. Just close your eyes and go with it.”
Bruce took one last look at the younger man's eyes, sparkling in the candlelight, before shutting his own, and the sound of Dick muttering under his breath surrounded the Bat once again. He couldn't make out all the words, but it was an ancient language, a dialect of Egyptian he'd heard Zatanna speak on a few occasions, thick and powerful, heavy with promise and vitality.
The word for 'transformation' sounded clearly to Bruce, followed at some point by the names of old gods; Anubis, Bastet.
The feeling of heaviness draining from him intensified as Dick's voice faded to nothing, darkness passing out from his chest, through his arm and hand, into the black stone in his fist. Images flickered beneath his eyelids: pearls on pavement, a bloody Robin uniform, a sky full of merciless OMACs. Each one painful, each one a horror. They flickered for what felt like hours, scenes of torture, pain, death, and guilt, relentless.
But as each one came, it passed, and was gone, oppressive weight lifting from his chest. So much weight released that he began to feel light headed.
Then the warmth in his belly began to grow, flames reaching up his spine and down to his toes, stopping at his chest and his groin on the way and alighting them with fire. Passioned heat spread through him to every nerve ending, every tissue, every cell, and the crystal in his hand became like a burning meteor.
His fist clenched tighter around the garnet, feeling the crystal pulse in time with the waves of energy overtaking him, and he lost himself in the overwhelming sensation, the music swelling around him, the thick anise incense. Heart pounding, head light with pleasure and desire, he was hardly aware that Dick had begun to speak again, ancient words slipping from him easily.
The bottom dropped out of Bruce's stomach.
For a moment he was in free fall, plummeting to the Earth, until he felt the world coalesce to something more tangible, the heat in his body pulling back to his core, wrapping itself up into a tight sphere, a dormant volcano waiting to erupt. Around him, there was another snap, and the protective circle seemed to vanish. His eyes popped open, his mouth agape. “Wh-what was that?” he stammered, breathing heavily.
Leaning forward with his elbows on his knees, Dick grinned, “Transformation.”
“No kidding.”
“Feeling even better, I take it?”
Letting out a low growl, Bruce felt a lick of flame shudder forth from his belly, and dropping the crystals to the floor, he pounced.
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Bruce wasn't sure how they made it back to the bed, but there they were, two writhing bodies silhouetted together beneath the flicker of the candles against the black silk and dark rose petals, hands on firm muscles, mouths crashing together ferociously. Tasting his lover's lips, apple and cinnamon and pumpkin sweet on Dick's breath from an evening of Halloween treats, Bruce purred again, fully aroused now and wanting nothing more than to properly take advantage of the rest of the night.
“Mmm, Bruce,” Dick moaned huskily as his hands came up to cradle the other man's head, fingers twining into short, dark hair and Bruce moving to nibble at the spot beneath his left ear. “Aaaahhh...” Dick's erection twitched against his lover's hip eagerly, and he curled a leg around Bruce, drawing the man above him more tightly to him, fitting them together more intimately. Fire stretched out from his own belly, the amazingly transformed energy blazing through him and lighting his skin on fire with every touch. “So good...”
Bruce pressed himself closer to Dick, feeling the line of their bodies meeting perfectly, his hips thrusting forward almost of their own volition. “You... feel it, too,” he panted against the younger man's neck, still licking and suckling at the salty sweet skin. “The fire...”
“Oh, yes...” Dick breathed in return. “Gift... for both of us, remember?”
Nodding against the side of his lover's face, Bruce growled, “Less talk, more sex,” and his hand reached between them to stroke Dick's shaft, thumb rolling over the sensitive head, caressing the slit and smearing the slick drop of pre-come already forming.
Dick hissed in pleasure, bucking into Bruce's hand willingly, needing more, and he gripped the other man's shoulders tightly and spread his legs wider, waiting for Bruce to position himself properly and enter him. Lube or no, he wanted this, now.
But Bruce had other ideas, apparently. His hand continued to stroke Dick's cock, fingertips brushing his balls, leaving trails of white heat in their wake. Dick could only moan eagerly, his eyes squeezing shut at the sensory onslaught.
Then, when the pressure began to build dangerously inside him, he felt that hand shift, bringing Bruce's cock to rub against his. The older man held their shafts together, thrusting through his hand, sliding against Dick hungrily. Dick could feel the need, the urgency in his lover's movements, the overload of pleasure, and worked his own hips in time with Bruce's, finding a rhythm to match, feeding the lust-filled inferno between them.
He wasn't sure he could last much longer. Wanted Bruce inside him. Needed to keep going. Needed―
“Turn over,” came Bruce's breathless command as he released their cocks, lifting up slightly from his younger lover.
Dick was more than happy to comply, and dropped his leg from Bruce's waist, twisting to flip onto his stomach.
The sight Bruce was treated to was nothing short of extraordinary: Dick lying face down on the black silk of the bed, waiting for him, legs spread, ready for Bruce to fuck him. He was his. All his.
Gripping Dick by the hips, he hauled him up until the younger man was on his knees, firm cheeks spread wide, inviting him.
It only took a few seconds to retrieve the bottle of lube and a condom from the nightstand, fix the latter into place, and work his slicked fingers into Dick's ass.
Dick threw back his head, already sweaty hair flipping back in turn, as he felt Bruce's fingers easing in, stretching him quickly. First one, then two. Deft fingertips pushed deeper, seeking out that magical spot, and when they brushed past it, pressing firmly, a groan ripped from Dick's throat, the younger man arching into his lover's touch.
Behind him, Bruce held tight to the bucking hips, fingers curling inside Dick, his own cock begging to fuck his lover. Finally withdrawing his fingers, he pressed his erection to the readied entrance, feeling the burning heat of Dick's ass surround him as he pushed in.
Slowly.
But with both their breaths coming fast now, he couldn't wait another second. Thrusting forward, he plunged deep into Dick, stretching him, filling him.
Another thrust.
Fire.
Pleasure.
Neither thought they could take it much longer without exploding as they crashed together, Bruce thrusting wildly, madly, and Dick slamming backward onto his lover's cock.
Propping himself up, Bruce reached beneath Dick to grasp his lover's erection again, pumping quickly in time with their frenzied movements.
Dick arched again as Bruce crashed over his prostate repeatedly, his body tensing as pressure filled him to the brim, waiting to burst forth. Gods, yes... “Bruce...” he panted, his eyes crossing and losing focus.
A lustful growl met him in return as they moved together, headed for the precipice, both losing all control and teetering on the edge.
Brilliant lights flickered through both of their vision as the inferno raged between them, consuming them, flames reaching every last nerve ending. And then their bodies were completely ablaze, sparks shooting forth as they passed over the crest of their orgasms, blinding pleasure blanking out the world to them. Both roaring and shuddering in absolute release, Bruce gripped Dick's hip tighter, holding the younger man to him as he plunged deep with one final thrust, pumping Dick's cock with the other hand as sticky seed was expelled onto the silk sheets.
* * * * *
The next thing Bruce knew, he was laying on his back, the cool of the sheets beneath him and Dick next to him, curling into his side. The flicker of the hovering candles danced above them, light trails swirling in various hues Bruce hoped he would remember in the morning. Dick leaned up to press a firm kiss to his mouth, pulling back with a satisfied, quirky grin. “I guess my surprise was a hit.”
With a lazy, “Mmmm...” Bruce smiled back, dark eyes fixing on his younger lover's jeweled blue pair. He wasn't sure he'd ever had a night quite like this one, didn't think he ever would again, but for now, he could enjoy the feeling of having the weight of his past transformed into something so much more pleasurable, the feeling of Dick Grayson pressed warmly against him, the feeling of being loved just this much.
Dipping his head down, he returned a playful kiss, stroking Dick's jaw with his fingertips and tasting sweet, spicy cinnamon on those gorgeous lips. With the scent of anise and sandalwood filling his nostrils, Bruce smiled again, sated and eased, rumbling contentedly, “Thank you, Dick.”
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