Ficlet: Marks | DCU | Dick/Jason | R | 1/1
Title: Marks
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Jason (Dick/Jason/Tim implied)
Rating: R
Word Count: 396
Prompt: For my dcu_freeforall and 50_darkfics claims - bite
Summary: Dick loves the marks Jason leaves on him.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: No particular verse or timeline. Established relationship. 396 words of bite kink. Thanks for not letting me down, muses.
Marks
With Jason, you could always expect to have marks afterward. Bruises, scratches, broad hickeys, all were par for the course, but the mark Dick looked forward to the most was the bites. Little bruises pinched out by teeth, the occasional broken skin. More a marking of territory than the others, by far, and more painful, certainly, but the pleasure that came with them... well, there was no denying that Dick had a kink for it. It wasn't like it was a secret, either; pretty much everyone Dick had ever been with knew it, and knew it well. Jason just tended to take full advantage of it.
Examining a fresh bite mark in the mirror one morning after a night of tense patrol and cathartic sex, Dick wasn't surprised when Jay, clad only in his boxers still, stepped into the bathroom behind him and slipped a hand around his naked waist, admiring his own handiwork with an approving smirk.
“You should wear a collared shirt today,” Jason quipped, lathing a stripe across the angry mark on Dick's neck before grazing his teeth over it for good measure.
With a shiver, Dick arched back against his and Tim's lover, eyes fluttering shut briefly. “Shit... Jason.... You keep that up, I won't need a shirt, 'cuz I won't even make it out the door!”
Jay chuckled darkly, grinning against Dick's skin and looking at him in the mirror with mischief in his eyes. “Who says I want you to make it out the door? Maybe I'll jut keep you here, tie you up, mark you up some more,” he breathed, fingers moving down Dick's side and scraping red trails over a sensitive hip.
Dick only managed a plaintive groan at the suggestion and the fire left in the wake of Jason's nails. Possessive bastard knew just how to press all his buttons at once. Dammit, but he'd have to reschedule that lunch with the Titans for later in the week after all. Surely they'd understand.
“So pretty when you lose it like that,” Jay murmured in his ear, and that was the last thing Dick really heard as sharp teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder, his vision going gray as white-hot sparks swept through him. One of these days he'd have to learn to resist his Jay-bird, but today wasn't that day.
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Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Dick/Jason (Dick/Jason/Tim implied)
Rating: R
Word Count: 396
Prompt: For my dcu_freeforall and 50_darkfics claims - bite
Summary: Dick loves the marks Jason leaves on him.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own it all. I own nothing. Darnit.
Author's Notes: No particular verse or timeline. Established relationship. 396 words of bite kink. Thanks for not letting me down, muses.
Marks
With Jason, you could always expect to have marks afterward. Bruises, scratches, broad hickeys, all were par for the course, but the mark Dick looked forward to the most was the bites. Little bruises pinched out by teeth, the occasional broken skin. More a marking of territory than the others, by far, and more painful, certainly, but the pleasure that came with them... well, there was no denying that Dick had a kink for it. It wasn't like it was a secret, either; pretty much everyone Dick had ever been with knew it, and knew it well. Jason just tended to take full advantage of it.
Examining a fresh bite mark in the mirror one morning after a night of tense patrol and cathartic sex, Dick wasn't surprised when Jay, clad only in his boxers still, stepped into the bathroom behind him and slipped a hand around his naked waist, admiring his own handiwork with an approving smirk.
“You should wear a collared shirt today,” Jason quipped, lathing a stripe across the angry mark on Dick's neck before grazing his teeth over it for good measure.
With a shiver, Dick arched back against his and Tim's lover, eyes fluttering shut briefly. “Shit... Jason.... You keep that up, I won't need a shirt, 'cuz I won't even make it out the door!”
Jay chuckled darkly, grinning against Dick's skin and looking at him in the mirror with mischief in his eyes. “Who says I want you to make it out the door? Maybe I'll jut keep you here, tie you up, mark you up some more,” he breathed, fingers moving down Dick's side and scraping red trails over a sensitive hip.
Dick only managed a plaintive groan at the suggestion and the fire left in the wake of Jason's nails. Possessive bastard knew just how to press all his buttons at once. Dammit, but he'd have to reschedule that lunch with the Titans for later in the week after all. Surely they'd understand.
“So pretty when you lose it like that,” Jay murmured in his ear, and that was the last thing Dick really heard as sharp teeth sunk into the flesh of his shoulder, his vision going gray as white-hot sparks swept through him. One of these days he'd have to learn to resist his Jay-bird, but today wasn't that day.
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