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  Rating:
      Explicit
  Archive Warning:
      Underage
  Category:
      M/M
  Fandom:
      Batman_(Comics), DCU_(Comics)
  Relationship:
      Bruce_Wayne/Harvey_Dent
  Character:
      Bruce_Wayne, Harvey_Dent
  Additional Tags:
      Alternate_Universe_-_Boarding_School
  Stats:
      Published: 2016-09-22 Words: 1297
****** blessed with beauty and rage ******
by ohmcgee
Summary
     Bruce can see it the moment Harvey’s fists clench, can see the flush
     of anger splotch the back of his neck, and he knows exactly what’s
     going to happen next.
The closer it gets to the end of the school year, the more mercurial Harvey’s
moods get. One minute he’s flirting with Bruce, trying to drag him into the
boy’s restroom so they can get their clothes all wrinkled up, and the next he’s
snapping at him or worse, flat out ignoring him altogether. Bruce thinks at
first that he’s done something wrong, that’s he’s pulled a “Bruce” as Harvey
likes to call it and said something tactless, something to offend him, so Bruce
tries to pull him to the side between classes and find out.
“I’m fine,” Harvey snaps impatiently at him. “Except for you constantly asking
me if I’m fine, which I am.”
“I’m only --” Bruce huffs, getting interrupted when a boy a few years older
than them barrels into him, knocking Bruce’s books out of his hands and
muttering something under his breath.
“Hey,” Harvey shouts after him, walking over Bruce’s books. “What the hell did
you just say to him?”
The guy turns around and quirks his eyebrow like he’s amused Harvey dared speak
to him, even though Harvey’s barely an inch shorter than he is and just as
broad across. “Me?” He asks. “Oh I just told your little boyfriend to watch
where he’s standing.”
Bruce can see it the moment Harvey’s fists clench, can see the flush of anger
splotch the back of his neck, and he knows exactly what’s going to happen next.
Harvey’s going to hit him. Harvey’s going to hit him and get sent to the
headmaster’s office. Harvey’s going to get kicked out of school, not the senior
whose parents contribute hundreds of thousands of dollars to the school each
year. The thought of it twists Bruce’s insides around and makes him feel sick,
so he does the only thing he can think of. He steps in between Harvey and the
jock and punches the jock in the nose.
 
: : :
 
“It hurts,” Bruce says, wincing as Harvey sets a bag of ice from the kitchen on
top of his knuckles. “I thought it was supposed to hurt them.”
Harvey snorts and sits down next to Bruce on the bed. “Yeah I’m sure your itty
bitty fist did a bunch of damage to Tommy’s steel jaw. Jesus, Bruce. What the
fuck was that?”
“He was a jerk,” Bruce mutters. “You know I get angry when people mess with my
books. Alfred just got that one.”
“Mhm,” Harvey says, raising an eyebrow at him. “I wasn’t going to hit him, you
know.”
To this, Bruce raises an eyebrow back at him and Harvey just leans back and
laughs.
“Yeah, alright. I might’ve. I sure as fuck wanted to. But you’re not -- you
can’t just throw yourself between me and every asshole that pisses me off,
Bruce.”
“I’d do it again,” Bruce says softly, removing the ice pack from his hand and
dropping it to the floor, turning to face Harvey. “If it keeps you -- I’d do it
again.”
Harvey meets him in the middle and threads his fingers through Bruce’s hair as
soon Bruce kisses him, slides his other hand around Bruce’s back and coaxes him
into his lap.
“No,” Harvey says, peppering Bruce’s jaw with kisses, dipping his head to suck
a tiny bruise on his collarbone, making sure it’s where his shirt will cover.
“I’m the only one that gets to leave marks on you, okay?”
“Okay,” Bruce stutters out, shuddering when he feels Harvey’s hands slide up
the back of his sweater.
“How long is Kent going to be gone?” Harvey whispers next to Bruce’s ear and
Bruce trembles and grasps at Harvey’s shirt, starts tugging it up and over his
head.
“He has tutoring until five,” he says, meeting Harvey’s mouth again as Harvey
tugs his sweater off and pushes Bruce onto his back on the bed, leaning down to
put his mouth on his chest. It feels so good having nothing between them, just
feeling Harvey’s skin against his, and dangerous in a way because it only makes
him want more.
“God, you’re perfect,” Harvey murmurs into the side of his neck and Bruce
blushes, his dick throbbing in his slacks against Harvey’s hip. “Why you’d want
--”
“Harvey, shut up,” Bruce murmurs and brings Harvey’s face up to his to kiss him
again, tangling his fingers in Harvey’s thick hair and licking inside his
mouth, making a desperate sound against Harvey’s mouth when Harvey shifts
around Bruce can feel him, can feel Harvey’s cock rubbing against his own.
“Fuck, Bruce,” Harvey pulls back and whispers. “Look what you do to me.”
“I can --” Bruce says, getting his hand between them, pausing at the button at
the top of Harvey’s slacks. “Can I touch you?”
Harvey’s eyes go big as soon as he feels Bruce’s knuckles brush his stomach and
he looks, for a moment, like he wants to say no, but after a long pause he just
nods and stares down at Bruce as Bruce unzips his pants, closes his eyes and
lets out this soft, startled noise when Bruce gets his hand around him and
starts to stroke him lightly.
“Ah, god,” Harvey whispers, like he’s afraid someone might hear him. “God,
Bruce.”
It doesn’t take very long before Harvey is pushing into Bruce’s hand, gently
rocking his hips into his tight fist, which is good because Bruce honestly has
no idea what he’s doing and he wants more than anything for this to be good for
Harvey. He wants to be good for Harvey.
He feels Harvey’s breath hot against his neck as he rocks into him, feels
Harvey’s teeth scrape over his ear, down his throat, squirms and whines when
Harvey sucks another bruise on his neck, forgetting to mind how high he leaves
it this time, which, embarrassingly, just makes Bruce harder.
“God,” Harvey pants when Bruce moves his hand faster, harder, a bead of sweat
rolling down his throat. “I think --”
“It’s okay,” Bruce says, looking up into Harvey deep brown eyes, so dark he can
almost see his reflection in them. “I want you to.”
“Shit,” Harvey gasps, dropping his head down next to Bruce’s, breathing hotly
against Bruce’s shoulder as he thrusts into Bruce’s fist two, three more times
and muffles a groan into Bruce’s pillow, spilling warm and sticky all over
Bruce’s hand and stomach.
For a moment Bruce thinks he isn’t going to move, which could prove a problem
because Harvey is about sixty pounds heavier than him, but then Harvey’s
kissing him, hot and hard and desperate, shoving his tongue in Bruce’s mouth
and tearing his slacks open, shoving his hand inside and jerking him hard and
rough and fast and the only thing that muffles Bruce’s scream when he comes is
Harvey’s mouth, hot and tight over his, swallowing down the sound.
They get cleared up afterward and Harvey sits next to the window to smoke and
this time Bruce joins him, sits between his legs on the floor and they pass it
back and forth until Harvey jumps up the way he does when he thinks he has a
great idea.
“Get up,” he says, cigarette still dangling out of his mouth as he throws his
hands up into a fighting position.
“What in the world are you doing,” Bruce snorts, but stands up anyway, crosses
his arms over his chest and stares at Harvey like he’s lost his mind.
“Are you gonna keep jumping in between me and some asshole’s fist to keep me
out of trouble?” Harvey asks.
Bruce just glares at him and says, “Yes.”
“Thought so,” Harvey says and takes the cigarette out of his mouth, putting it
out on Bruce’s bedpost before flicking it out the window. “Now put your hands
up. I’m teaching you how to fight.”
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