Ficlet: (Un)Tainted | DCU | Bruce/Jason, (Bruce/Dick) | R | 1/1
Title: (Un)Tainted
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Jason, (Bruce/Dick)
Rating: R
Word Count: 612
Prompt: For kissbingo: Experimental: Licking; For 50_darkfics: Lick
Summary: Bruce gets home after his tryst with Dick. Jason is *pissed*.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Fourth in the (Un)Familiar 'verse, follows (Un)Loved. I wasn't gonna write this one, but my Jason muse agreed with my readers: it *had* to be done.
(Un)Tainted
Bruce knows he smells like Dick.
Even after showering in his private bathroom suite off his office, he can still detect the scent, the exotic brightness, and now it's only a matter of time before Jason finds out what happened today. If he's lucky, his boy is off terrorizing Tim for the evening, and he'll at least have a chance to-
The low rumble of a growl that meets him as soon as he steps into the library tells him otherwise.
“What is that?”
Bruce freezes in place as Jason slides up behind him, nuzzles into his neck and breathes deep, mouth open and tasting his skin.
Another growl, and Jason snaps his teeth, grabbing Bruce by the shoulder to spin him around. “What the fuck is that!? Smelled it on you the second you pulled up in the driveway, it reeks so hard!”
There's no point in lying, but Bruce can't help his usual subterfuge, considering just who he was with. Meeting Jay's hard gaze, he says evenly, “An old friend. He came to see me today, and we had some... things to hash out.”
Lips curl back from teeth, and Bruce knows that was the wrong thing to say. “An old friend?” Jason sneers, crowding close to sniff him again. “Smells more like-” Shoving him back over the arm of the library's sofa, Jay snarls and spits, “Golden boy. You stink like sunshine, Bruce. You fucked that elf freak, didn't you?”
Bruce only pushes himself up on the sofa, swings his legs down from the arm and looks away, hands folded over his lap. He can't admit yet how much of a mistake it was to sleep with his first partner. “You wouldn't understand.”
But Jason is on him, shoving him back again to climb on the sofa and straddle him, eyes hard with the darkness they share. “Bullshit. You-how could you-with that-”
Jay usually walks the line between animal and man fairly easily, canine power and human anger married well and evident in everything he does, but the way the Wolf is panting and sputtering with rage, teeth still bared and nostrils flared, Bruce doesn't know whether to be terrified or turned on. It would only take a second for Jason to shift and flay him open, rip sensitive parts to shreds with quick snaps of powerful jaws. It takes everything he has not to shiver at the thought, even as blood rushes southward.
The sudden clamping of human jaws over the juncture of his neck and shoulder makes his whole body tremble with want, the fear and rush of adrenaline in that moment an aphrodisiac. “Have to... reclaim you,” Jay breathes against his neck. “Bastard.” And he sinks his teeth in, biting Bruce's flesh hard between those human teeth as he pins him to the couch, nails dug into his shoulders.
Bruce cries out at the pain of it, the warmth of his own blood seeping from the wound, but then Jason eagerly laps at the torn skin, teeth grazing and threatening to bite again, and tremors of pleasure begin to replace the agony, the fear washed away with it.
“Jason,” he moans, gripping the younger man by the hips and pulling them together until heat meets heat.
A low growl as Jay pauses in his ministrations, then there's a flurry of motion, tearing, jaws snapping, and Bruce is laid bare on the sofa, his Italian suit in ruins and Jason naked and panting above him.
“Mine.”
Shivering again, Bruce agrees, “Yours.”
When his Wolf's tongue returns to his neck, working outward and down from the wound with broad strokes of wet flesh to thoroughly cleanse away the remaining sunshine, Bruce is relieved that he won't smell like Dick for much longer.
~*~*~*~
Fandom: DCU
Pairing: Bruce/Jason, (Bruce/Dick)
Rating: R
Word Count: 612
Prompt: For kissbingo: Experimental: Licking; For 50_darkfics: Lick
Summary: Bruce gets home after his tryst with Dick. Jason is *pissed*.
Disclaimer: DC and WB own everything. I own nothing. Darnit!
Author's Notes: Fourth in the (Un)Familiar 'verse, follows (Un)Loved. I wasn't gonna write this one, but my Jason muse agreed with my readers: it *had* to be done.
(Un)Tainted
Bruce knows he smells like Dick.
Even after showering in his private bathroom suite off his office, he can still detect the scent, the exotic brightness, and now it's only a matter of time before Jason finds out what happened today. If he's lucky, his boy is off terrorizing Tim for the evening, and he'll at least have a chance to-
The low rumble of a growl that meets him as soon as he steps into the library tells him otherwise.
“What is that?”
Bruce freezes in place as Jason slides up behind him, nuzzles into his neck and breathes deep, mouth open and tasting his skin.
Another growl, and Jason snaps his teeth, grabbing Bruce by the shoulder to spin him around. “What the fuck is that!? Smelled it on you the second you pulled up in the driveway, it reeks so hard!”
There's no point in lying, but Bruce can't help his usual subterfuge, considering just who he was with. Meeting Jay's hard gaze, he says evenly, “An old friend. He came to see me today, and we had some... things to hash out.”
Lips curl back from teeth, and Bruce knows that was the wrong thing to say. “An old friend?” Jason sneers, crowding close to sniff him again. “Smells more like-” Shoving him back over the arm of the library's sofa, Jay snarls and spits, “Golden boy. You stink like sunshine, Bruce. You fucked that elf freak, didn't you?”
Bruce only pushes himself up on the sofa, swings his legs down from the arm and looks away, hands folded over his lap. He can't admit yet how much of a mistake it was to sleep with his first partner. “You wouldn't understand.”
But Jason is on him, shoving him back again to climb on the sofa and straddle him, eyes hard with the darkness they share. “Bullshit. You-how could you-with that-”
Jay usually walks the line between animal and man fairly easily, canine power and human anger married well and evident in everything he does, but the way the Wolf is panting and sputtering with rage, teeth still bared and nostrils flared, Bruce doesn't know whether to be terrified or turned on. It would only take a second for Jason to shift and flay him open, rip sensitive parts to shreds with quick snaps of powerful jaws. It takes everything he has not to shiver at the thought, even as blood rushes southward.
The sudden clamping of human jaws over the juncture of his neck and shoulder makes his whole body tremble with want, the fear and rush of adrenaline in that moment an aphrodisiac. “Have to... reclaim you,” Jay breathes against his neck. “Bastard.” And he sinks his teeth in, biting Bruce's flesh hard between those human teeth as he pins him to the couch, nails dug into his shoulders.
Bruce cries out at the pain of it, the warmth of his own blood seeping from the wound, but then Jason eagerly laps at the torn skin, teeth grazing and threatening to bite again, and tremors of pleasure begin to replace the agony, the fear washed away with it.
“Jason,” he moans, gripping the younger man by the hips and pulling them together until heat meets heat.
A low growl as Jay pauses in his ministrations, then there's a flurry of motion, tearing, jaws snapping, and Bruce is laid bare on the sofa, his Italian suit in ruins and Jason naked and panting above him.
“Mine.”
Shivering again, Bruce agrees, “Yours.”
When his Wolf's tongue returns to his neck, working outward and down from the wound with broad strokes of wet flesh to thoroughly cleanse away the remaining sunshine, Bruce is relieved that he won't smell like Dick for much longer.
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