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Slade thought that Dick was going to die as soon as the purple lightning hit him. In fact, he was so sure of it that he was already mentally preparing to kill the wizard who had sent the bolt in an act of vengeance. However, that would’ve been too easy. Magic could never just do things in a normal and rational way, no instead things like this happened.
The flash blinded him for a second, but he was already barreling towards the wizard, sword out. The swing would have chopped the wizard’s head off, however, the man blinked out of existence before the blow could connect.
“Slade!” Came a voice came from behind him. Oh, guess the kid wasn’t dead.
When Slade turned, however, he wasn’t met with a very angry Dick Grayson, no, he was met with two very angry Dick Graysons.
One looked exactly like the Dick Grayson who he had entered this spooky chapel with. The same, black and blue suit and split ear.
The other… seemed to not be the Dick Grayson he’d entered with. The two of them looked extremely similar of course, but the new Dick had longer hair, it was in the mullet style that Slade remembered from when Dick had first moved to Bludhaven. The suit was also different, it had finger stripes and a slightly different Nightwing symbol on the front, and the mask also seemed to cover more of his face. There was also the fact that this Dick Grayson looked younger.
Dick always looked young and beautiful, that was just how he was, but with this younger version standing, it was so obvious that Dick had aged in these past few years.
Slade just looked at them for a second, comparing the wear on their skin and the slight differences in their bodies. The younger Nightwing was a little slimmer, his abs more cut and his shoulders less broad. The older Nightwing had lines on his face, they were only noticeable now that he had something to compare to. They were the exact same height though.
“What the fuck Slade!” The older Dick screeched. The younger Dick looked over at his doppelganger, seemingly just realizing he was there. It was sort of amusing to watch the younger Dick’s eyes widen in shock while the older Dick got all red with righteous anger.
“What the fuck?” The younger Dick gasped and then the older Dick whipped around.
They just stood for a moment, staring at each other.
“H-how old are you?” The older Dick asked, his brows furrowed.
“I think a better question is how old are you?” The younger Dick said, crossing his arms. Ah yes, nostalgia was hitting Slade, teenage Dick was always needlessly difficult. The older Dick’s face went even sourer.
“I’m 28, now answer the question,”
“28!?” The long-haired Dick cried. The older Dick gestured exasperatedly at the younger Dick. “I’m ten years in the future! Or, is this even the future? Or another fucking dimension?!”
“I think it’s the future for you because I remember that suit and that god-awful haircut,”
The younger Dick scoffed, offended.
“It looks fucking great!”
“It most certainly does not,” Older Dick said, “Roy’s lying to you,”
“I think it’s pretty hot,” Slade said and both Dicks heads whipped over to him with matching faces of outrage.
“What the hell! You pervert!” The younger Dick said, eyes wide under his mask. If this Dick was eighteen, then that meant that he had probably only had combat experience with Slade, and most likely, only combat experience with a team to back him up. He and Dick hadn’t started messing around until he was well-established in Bludhaven and Slade was able to catch him alone.
However, the older Dick’s expression was much more worrying. He’d quickly gone from annoyed to looking downright devilish. Slade swallowed, that couldn’t be good.
“Oh you have no idea,” The older Dick purred, and then he pressed himself into his doppelganger. The younger Dick flinched and his jaw fell as the older Dick wrapped his arms around his waist and brought their faces so close their noses were inches from touching.
The younger Dick stuttered, his eyes wide as saucers underneath his domino. They made a sight. The same face mirrored on either half of the picture. Slade could admit it made an erotic sight, two bodies, both similar and not so close to each other. They somehow fit together perfectly and also didn’t. Slade’s pants were tightening at an alarming rate. He’d always been a fool for Dick Grayson, and now there was twice as much of him.
“Oh my god,” The younger Dick gasped. “Y-you’re fucking Slade Wilson?”
The older Dick left a kiss on the corner of his own mouth.
“I think a better phrase would be, we’re fucking Slade Wilson,”
Then he kissed himself. It was a wet sloppy kiss. Clumsy because the younger of the two was still sputtering in shock, but also because they both kissed the same way. The older Dick may have had more experience, but he was still the same person.
It was so… erotic. Seeing Dick kiss himself, they may not look exactly the same, but it was pretty damn close. Slade desperately hoped that this was going in the direction he thought it was.
He could already imagine it, their twin bodies, one on top of the other as he fucked one into the other. Maybe he could bend them up into some impossible position that only two people with Dick Grayson’s flexibility could manage. Or maybe, he could make one of them eat out the other. Make Dick understand just how amazing his own ass was. The possibilities were endless.
It seemed that Dick already had some ideas of his own on the other hand. The older Dick broke the kiss to whisper into his doppel’s ear. The only reason that Slade was able to hear it was because of his enhancements.
“You know,” The older Dick said, “You’re around seven years out from getting the chance to top Slade,” Uh oh.
“It’s a coin toss whether Slade can beat me in a fight now, but he definitely can’t beat both of us, don’t you want to pin him down and make him take it for being so damn annoying all the time?” The younger Dick shivered at the words. “Make him choke on your cock until his eyes get all crossed like a common whore?”
“Y-yeah,” The younger Dick whimpered. They leaned in for another kiss, hands wandering all over one another. Slade almost groaned out loud when he saw them groping at each other’s crotches.
When they broke the kiss, both of them turned to look at Slade simultaneously, blues eyes dilated in an eerily similar way. Then, they pounced.
Slade quickly threw away the younger Nightwing when he went for a flying leap at Slade’s head, he simply landed on his feet. Just as soon as one was thrown away, the older Nightwing was attempting to kick his legs out from under him with a swipe Slade barely had the ability to jump over.
As they fought, Slade could see just how much better Dick had gotten at fighting throughout the years, how much more refined he was, how much quicker and harsher he was. The younger Dick was a good fighter of course, but compared to his older counterpart, he just couldn’t keep up. The experience gained had done a lot for Dick. The younger Dick seemed to realize this too.
The younger Dick mostly went for flashy moves, trying to distract Slade so that the older Dick could get some real blows on him. Slade distantly wondered if it reminded Dick of playing Batman and Robin, but before he could go down that train of thought, the older Dick was kicking him hard in the stomach.
Slade’s breath flew out of him, causing him to stutter slightly in his movements, which of course, both of the Nightwings were quick to capitalize on.
They were quick to disarm him, throwing guns and blades off to the side without a care. As if Slade would ever shoot Dick this close. Then they were tearing his clothes off like a bunch of animals. The older Dick an expert at unclipping the buttons and latches on the Deathstroke suit by now and the younger Dick pulling away the loose clothes with ferocity.
It seems that his dream of two slutty submissive Nightwings would not be actualized tonight.
The older Dick kicked him hard in the back, and Slade fell forward to his knees in the middle of the office they’d been fighting the wizard in.
“Oh how the tables have turned Slade,” The younger Dick grinned, and Slade looked up through his bangs at the young man. He was excited and probably saw this as an opportunity to get back at Slade for being left in the dirt in all those fights before. Little did he know Slade was going to enjoy this maybe more than he would.
The older Dick layered himself against Slade’s back, resting his chin on Slade’s shoulder. Slade could feel his breath puffing against the side of his face, the Deathstroke mask had been one of the first things to go in their mad scramble to strip him down to his boxers.
The Dick behind him grabbed his arms at the elbow and pulled them behind to leave Slade’s chest on display for the young man in front of them. Slade breathed harshly.
The younger Dick looked at him appraisingly.
“Come on, do whatever you want, it can’t be worse than what I’ve already done to him,” The older Dick said, Slade could feel the mischievous smirk against his neck.
“You sure about that?” The younger Dick asked eyebrow raised.
“Positive,” The younger Dick’s posture straightened a little. Great, he was going to take that as a challenge.
Slade gasped when the younger Dick’s boot made contact with the large bulge in his underwear. He looked down with wide eyes at the thick leather against flimsy fabric. The tread of the boot pressed into his bulge, causing Slade to groan.
Slade’s hips thrust up against the boot a couple of times. The older Dick laughed meanly in his ear.
“Do it harder,” He said, “He can take it,” Slade shivered.
The boot pressed down harder into his bulge and Slade hissed as pain found itself among the sparks of pleasure in his mind. It felt oh-so-good though. The older Dick sucked a hickey into the side of his neck. Slade swallowed thickly when the boot ground down on his cock, head falling to look at it.
The older Dick kissed a line up Slade’s pulse point, nipping at the lobe of his ear lightly. Then he pushed Slade forward harshly, knocking the boot away and leaving Slade on his hands and knees between the two of them. The older Dick grabbed the waistband of Slade’s boxers and pulled them with a surprising amount of strength, ripping them straight off.
Slade looked back over his shoulder, eyeing the devious grin. It was weird to be the one stripped down while Dick stayed in his suit. Usually, it was the other way around.
“That’s for all mine you’ve ripped,” The older Dick said. Slade wasn’t able to respond though, because the younger Dick wound one hand up in white hair and pulled him back to look up at him. God, he looked so young, Slade remembered when Dick had been this age, so innocent, so angry, so passionate. It made Slade want to ruin him.
Slade flinched when the younger Dick ran his hands along the eyepatch. He stayed frozen as the warm hands very slowly pulled it away, revealing the gnarled scar beneath. Slade just stared up. Somehow Dick always found a way to surprise him.
There was a light trailing touch over the healed wound, barely any pressure.
“I always wondered what it looked like under there,” The younger Dick said, rubbing at Slade’s cheekbone right beneath where the raised skin began to discolor.
“I always knew you were a weird kid,” Slade snarked. He was completely bare now, vulnerable for Dick fucking Grayson of all people.
A sharp smacking sound filled the air when the older Dick slapped his ass hard. Slade jolted at the sheer unexpectedness of it, he was sure the red mark was already fading.
“Don’t be a brat,” The older Dick said, and Slade could hear how smug he was. It was a phrase that Slade himself had said many times to Dick himself when the man was spread out beneath him like a buffet.
“You’re gonna get it when I catch you, Grayson,” Slade growled. The older Dick laughed loudly and spanked his cheek even harder. Slade would have dropped his head down, but instead, the younger Dick kept him up with the hand fisted in his hair, the strands prickling in pain as Slade let his neck go lax.
The younger Dick looked excited. He was smiling amazedly, dimples showing up gorgeously. There was also the cock straining in his suit inches away from Slade’s face.
Slade heard a shuffling sound behind him and then lube was drizzling down his crack. It was cold on Slade’s warm skin. The older Dick thrust a finger into him quickly, and Slade groaned deeply, his eye shutting at the feeling.
The finger only bothered poking around for a second, and then another was being pushed in next to the first. It stung for barely a second and Slade wanted more, he wanted to feel it hurt.
“Don’t fucking bother,” Slade said in a punched-out growl, “Just fuck me,”
“Maybe I don’t want blood on my cock,” The older Dick said, and Slade cursed, if he did rip it would heal in mere seconds, Dick was only doing it to tease him. The younger Dick laughed breathlessly.
He crooked his fingers, searching around with purpose inside Slade. In the meantime, Slade decided to become acquainted with the Dick in front of him.
Slade strained forward to mouth at the younger Dick’s clothed bulge. There was a cup in the way, but Slade did his best to work around it, sucking at the edges where the length was escaping.
The younger Dick groaned, finally looking down at his face rather than the fingers moving in his ass. He looked up through his lashes, trying to find the man’s eyes through the domino. God, they even still had their masks on.
“Say you want it,” The younger Dick demanded. So much for getting any slack from the inexperienced one. Slade sighed exasperatedly.
“I want to suck your cock,” Slade said sourly. The younger Dick raised an eyebrow.
“That was not very convincing,” The younger Dick said blandly.
The fingers inside him suddenly pressed against his prostate hard, stroking it. Slade cried out as pleasure burst across his mind in frazzled sparks, his hands grasping uselessly at the cold floor beneath him.
“Come on,” The older Dick said, “He could pop out of existence at any time, don’t you want your mouth on him before he leaves?” Slade scoffed, it was highly likely that the younger Dick would be going absolutely nowhere without extraneous effort on all three of their parts. He conceded anyway.
“Please, I want to suck your cock,” Slade said, a bit more breathy this time as the Dick behind him pumped his fingers in and out.
“Well if you insist,” The younger Dick murmured. Yet his hands frantically moved to his waistband, quick to unlatch the bottom half of the suit and pull his cock out cup thrown to the side carelessly. Slade snorted.
The younger Dick slapped his length on Slade’s cheek, smearing a drop of precome on his face. Slade opened his mouth obligingly and then the hard flesh was sliding in. His eyes fluttered shut as the weight pressed down on his tongue.
It was only due to a huge amount of self-control that Slade didn’t bite down when a fourth finger entered him, he had no idea when the third had entered but now the Dick behind him was fucking his whole hand into Slade’s ass up to his knuckles. Slade groaned at the delicious stretch of it and the younger Dick groaned similarly at the rumbles around his hard-on.
“Fuck his mouth, he’s not getting any younger,” The older Dick said, brushing his pointer finger against Slade’s prostate again. Slade rolled his eye but the younger Dick fisted both hands in white tresses and thrust his cock in hard as was suggested.
Slade choked at the motion, the length hitting the back of his throat and his nose pressing against a golden naval. His throat fluttered around the thick flesh and the younger Dick was looking down at him with a lip between his teeth.
Slade slackened his jaw more as the younger Dick just held his erection in Slade’s mouth, trying to ward away the panicked gagging he wanted to do. Then the younger Dick pinched Slade’s nose shut. Slade’s eye bugged. The fucking audacity.
Slade tried to suck in a breath when the hand slid out of his ass with a wet squelching sound, but he couldn’t get any oxygen in through the hold on his nose. Slade’s throat desperately tried to breathe in as well, but was only successful in stimulating the cock in his mouth. The younger Dick moaned, looking down at him with a heady gaze.
He began to struggle against the hold, trying to shake away Dick’s hand without dislodging the flesh in his mouth. However, before he could get very far on that line of action, another cock was penetrating him from the back in.
Slade choked even more around the cock in his mouth as the older Dick entered him fast, filling him with precision. The lack of air was now beginning to get uncomfortable, unable to even take a breath before Dick started fucking him, instead forced to hitch uselessly. His fists were clenched tight on the floor, it was taking everything in him not to reach up and break the wrist holding his nose.
The older Dick fucked him hard, causing the cock to go even deeper down his throat and gag him.
Slade’s vision darkened a little, his head buzzing, he thought he might pass out, but instead, the younger Dick let go of his nose and hair in the brink of time and Slade was able to gasp in precious air and pull off the length.
He panted heavily, spit running down his chin from the struggle, the older Dick still thrusting in and pushing him forward and back without a care, the head of the length in front of him threatening to poke out his other eye with every thrust in.
“I thought you could go five minutes without breathing,” The younger Dick tsked, “That was only four,” Did he brag about how long he could hold his breath over ten years ago to some dumb little hero? Probably.
“I-, fuck,” Slade’s sentence was interrupted by a jab to his prostate from behind, “I can, but not without taking a goddamn breath beforehand,” The younger Dick shrugged.
“So really you can’t,” He said, and Slade growled, his prostate was being hit by every other thrust now and his cock was bobbing below him, leaking precome all over his stomach.
“Do you want your cock sucked or not?!” Slade hissed, and the younger Dick huffed.
The younger Dick gave him what he wanted. He fisted his hands back in Slade’s hair and then thrust down his throat, not bothering to hold it in place anymore, instead moving in and out in time with the other Dick behind him.
It was apparent they were the same person with how easily they acclimated to each other’s rhythm. Slade could barely keep up with the hard fast motions, one second his head was bursting with pleasure, and the next he was gagging. Neither seemed to be holding back, sharp slapping sounds against his ass and choked groans filling the air.
The younger Dick came first, unsurprisingly. He pushed all the way in and fisted Slade’s hair tight as he released down the older man’s throat. The loud moan he let out was something that would stay in Slade’s memory for quite some time.
Slade hollowed his cheeks and sucked as spurt after spurt shot down his throat. Even when the younger Dick pulled out with a satisfied sound, the older Dick didn’t let up behind him.
He was fucking Dick quickly now, jackhammering in and out in the way he knew Slade loved to take. There were a lot of things Slade liked to take only from Dick.
Slade’s mouth was free to groan now as he was fucked hard. He finally had the clarity of mind to reach below him and begin fisting his hard cock that had been sorely neglected.
The Dick behind him growled and slapped away the hand.
“You’ll come on my cock or not at all,” The older Dick hissed and the younger Dick breathed in harshly. Slade let out a strangled sound, putting his hand obediently back on the floor and letting his aching erection bounce against his stomach.
It only took a couple more pointed thrusts into his prostate before Slade was coming untouched, letting out a roar as he began to paint his chest with pearly strips. The older Dick wasn’t far behind, the clench on his cock seemingly being the last straw before he was spilling deep inside Slade as well, hands gripping Slade’s hips hard enough to bruise for a whole ten minutes.
The older Dick thrust into him shallowly as he came down from his orgasm. Slade panted, looking down at his own calloused hands below him as he came down from the intense high that was twice as much Dick Grayson.
The older Dick slapped his ass again and then pulled out, standing up, Slade bemoaned the loss of heat.
“Okay, but we seriously need to get mini me home,” The older Dick said, Slade cursed under his breath.
“You don’t want to go another round?” The younger Dick asked. He heard the older Dick laugh.
“Oh to be young with no refractory period again,” The older Dick said.
“So, no then?” The younger Dick pouted.
“I didn’t say that,” The older Dick said mischievously, “I think I have another one in me,”
Slade groaned aloud and they laughed over his head like the little shits they were.