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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M, Multi
  Fandom:
      DCU, Batman_(Comics), Batman_-_All_Media_Types
  Relationship:
      Tim_Drake/Jason_Todd, Dick_Grayson/Jason_Todd
  Character:
      Tim_Drake, Jason_Todd, Damian_Wayne, Bruce_Wayne, Dick_Grayson
  Additional Tags:
      Wings_AU, Transformation, Gay, Pedophilia, Puberty, Daddy_Issues, POV,
      Bat_Family
  Series:
      Part 2 of Wings
  Stats:
      Published: 2014-04-02 Words: 1583
****** To Bud ******
by saffronsykes
Summary
     After Damian's transformation, Dick and Jason get caught helping
     relive some each other tension from the night. Jasons POV.
Blood is different when it is an enemy, or even when it's my own. Standing
there stupidly, while Tim performs fucking surgery, covered in Damian's blood.
It gives me the wigs, medical blood, because you don't want it I guess, but in
a fight you crave it. Tim is in heavy concentration and Dick looks as nervous
as
I fell. Tim barks an order, it is strange on him but I move to anchor the kid
we had just been spying on ten minutes earlier. I do not know what compels me
to obey.
He gives a good fight, but passes out anyway, I do not blame the kid. It's a
bone shattering pain, because your bone actually shatters, and molds into new
ones.
I lose myself in my own thoughts, and silence grows as Damian finally passes
out, and Tim wipes blood from his back and from his arms. I see black fledgling
feathers, soft and new. Tim really out shown all of us in the heat of the
emergency.
I look at him, my stomach shaking, but I feel the kid breathing stably in my
arms. I seemed to let go of the tension as Tim places the scalpel and tools on
the desk, and Dick curls up next to us.
"You okay?" He whispered to me, and I looked at him quizzically. It was not me
who did anything amazing or trans-formative. Dick's wings press close to his
back and I can see the blue stripe shudder with the rest of him. Tim turned out
the harsh light, I had not noticed was still on and came to us, calm as a clam.
"How'd you do that?" Dick spoke in soft amazement. "That was amazing." Tim sat
with his legs off the bed, checking Damian's pulse.
I felt the kid shift in my arms and moan with a sudden rush of pain. Tim
quickly offered a painkiller, popping it into Mini-Mans pouty lips. It was kind
of sexy.
Tim spoke softly, I could barely here to Damian: "We've got you, kid. You're
going to be fine." I stroked his black hair, watching the black feathers dry,
becoming fluffy. "When you're ready," Tim continued, "I can help you rinse
off." He flexed his bloody fingers with a smile and Damian actually laughed,
and
I heard him whisper a 'Thank you.' Before Tim gave him soft peck on the
forehead.
I opened my mouth to say something, but Dick beat me to it. "Should we call
Bruce?" I saw a grimace flash over Tim's face, but only for a moment, and he
stood to
go begin the shower again, leaving the two of us to discuss that part.
I gave Dick a hard look, but ended up replying grumpily. "You think Bruce would
have left if he knew?" Ouch, that came tumbling out too harsh. I twisted my
lips
in irritation, Dick looking blind sighted and sheepish. Bruce left because he
wanted to fuck his son, plain and simple. I was the only one who had the balls
to say
it to his face, and that earned me a swift punch to the jaw. The only reason he
went on his "cruise" was to avoid his feelings. Like ell he was 'soul
searching'.
I sighed and pulled my cell from my pocket with out trying to jostle D too
much. I started the text.
[text: Bruce] Tim just preformed surgery on your only son.
[text: Bruce] By the way, they are black.
[text: Bruce] You should have been here, and no I'm not going to let it go.
I tossed the phone to the nightstand, and missed and I growled and shook my
head. "Does Dad hate me?" I heard in a vulnerable voice I had never heard out
of Damian.
"No!" Dick answered with shock in his tone. "He loves you Damian, he's just had
a lot of pressure on him lately." Dick gently spooned the kids side, careful
not to
touch the soft down of his new wings. I tried not to snort at the tenderness.
Tim had been listening from the bathroom, and ushered me to help bring Damian
to the shower. I scooped him up carefully, and Dick flanked his other side once
we got
him standing and got him to the bathroom, and Tim took it from there with his
business face, like we had not just fucked to the very scene previously. He
shut the
door on Dick and I. Dick ran his shaky hands through his hair, and I stretched
out my wings, they had been cramped too long by the headboard. "He'll be fine."

I patted Dick's shoulder, the most non-sexual confirmation I could give him.
"Let's change the sheets," I suggested pulling at the blood soaked comforter.
I felt his arm snake around my waist and I dropped the blanket. I felt him
press against my back warm and inviting, and hard. "Jesus, you have a fucking
boner... Now?!"
I danced out of his grip and I imagined his hurt puppy face.
"I just want to get out some tension..." He whined doubling his efforts. I
sighed exasperated, but interested.
"I guess these sheets are dirty enough..." The thought of fucking on Damian's
bed sparked arousal in my cock. "Fine. But I get to top."
"Nuh-uh!" Dick laughed pushing me down onto the lower, less blood stained
sheets. I rolled so at least I was face up.
"You gotta suck me first." It was my bargain and Dick smiled wickedly, like he
was born to suck my cock.
I felt him pulling off my sweatpants, and I was free balling, he made a snark
and I pressed his head into my crotch with a firm grip in his hair, My cock
twitching to
life, quickly.
"Before they're done," I said, letting him take in my scent, wondering if he
could smell Tim's as well down there. I thrust to make a point.
He laughed and took me into his hands, warming me up before slowly swallowing
my erection, with wet and eager lips. I groaned with thanks, that he finally
put his
mouth to good use. It was too slow, so I took another handful of his dark hair
and thrust, at first shallowly, but I got deeper, eventually penetrating his
throat
and I heard a thankful hum from his end that vibrated down my length.
"You like that, slut? You take it so good." I continued my thrusting, getting
of on his whimpers and whines. He liked when I talked dirty, they all did. "Do
you
like me fucking your throat?" I cooed in a surprisingly deep tone. His reaction
almost made me lose it there. He groaned and pulled off me in a long motion,
saliva clinging from my red tip to his lips. The visual was one I would jerk
off too. "Why'd you stop?" I asked, truly disheartened from the lack of warm
and wet mouth.
"I wanna fuck you," he sprung on me like only he could, pinning my wrists
deftly above my head, I moved to catch him with my leg, but he saw that coming
and avoided it.
Dick licked and nipped my neck and collar bone, and I stopped fighting, just
for a second, before I felt him lower the zipper of his uniform and his cock
meeting mine
with a fond touch. I lost my comeback to the grinding of our dicks, smelling
his sweat and musk and the grime of the street.
"Well then fuck me," I submitted with a breath and was promptly turned onto my
stomach, and felt a finger at my entrance. I was surprised how eager he was.
"Woah...
Aren't you going to use some lube?" I asked, a little intimidated by his girth
with nothing to ease the way. I could hear him think, he gave up and merely
spat on his
hand, which I thanked him sarcastically for.
He slipped into me with little warning, finger slowly joined by a second, I
arched, not able to will my body not to. He worked me open and grazed my spot,
just once
before withdrawing, he liked to hear me beg, but I neither of us had the
patience tonight for that battle. I felt him line up and I braced myself,
feeling the slow
searing pain of being penetrated by Dicks sizely... dick. It burned and at the
same time felt so good, totally full. I gasped when he was fully in. "Ready?"
He
asked and I knew he was not going to take it easy if he was asking.
"Now or never," I managed and with that he began to violently fuck me, making
me yell out at the harshness of every other thrust. It felt good, fast and
furious,
how I liked to fuck the others.
When I opened my eyes, which I had not realized were shut tightly, I saw Damian
standing dumb founded a towel around his waist with a noticeable erection
tenting
the yellow terrycloth. I came with a howl unexpectedly, Dick still plowing me,
obviously oblivious to our voyeur. I could only stare and pant for breath as
Dick
finished inside me with a loud moan, wings extending in brilliant black and
blue.
I saw Tim appear behind Damian, white as a ghost, I could see Bruce's anger
reflected in his posture as he cupped his face in frustration and disgust, now
having
to deal with three horny children instead of one.
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