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The ragged breathing gets Jason's attention easily especially with how quiet the rest of the city is at this time a night. He follows it- quietly- into an abandoned shop. Of all the things Jason was expecting to find, it sure as hell wasn't a partially naked Nightwing. 

Nightwing glances over his shoulder at him. 

“Fantastic. Now Red Hood is here,” he says sarcastically. Just this sentence seems to leave him winded and panting again. He's not visibly injured but his suit is torn up like someone tried to rip it off him. “Not like my night could get any better.” 

For a second, Nightwing seems to try to push himself off the wall he's leaning against but he can't. He just can't stand on his own right now. Is something broken maybe? Jason doesn't want to approach him just yet because he knows Nightwing can be extraordinarily dangerous when cornered. He may seem unable to hold himself up but Jason isn't about to go sticking his fingers in bear traps just because they look safe enough. 

“Fuck,” Nightwing rasps. He pushes his face against the concrete wall, maybe because it's cool? Again, he looks back at Jason. For a moment, Jason presumes he's confused as to why he's not being attacked but even beyond knowing better than to think Nightwing is ever harmless, Jason doesn't want to do that. Despite their differences, he does respect Nightwing and kicking him when he's down just isn't something Jason is interested in. 

There's a big difference between an advantageous fight and shooting a lame dog. 

It quickly becomes apparent that this isn't what Nightwing’s concern is. 

“Do you have a condom?” he asks which, alone, is already enough to make Jason incredibly confused. “Do you want to fuck me?” 

“The fuck-?” Jason replies before he can think of a wittier response. Who doesn't want to fuck Nightwing? Jason really can't stop the way his cock instinctively twitches just at the offer. Nightwing’s half naked, panting, and offering himself up like some forbidden fruit- of course Jason's interested. 

But also, what the hell is going on here? 

“Right,” Nightwing mumbles. “I- I should explain. There was this girl. I thought she was in trouble but she- fuck, she wasn't.” Leave it to Nightwing to get blindsided by trying to help the wrong person. Sure, he's obviously in a bad way but Jason can still find it funny. 

“She did something to me- I don't know what. An aphrodisiac, obviously, but- but something else, too,” Nightwing says. So he's horny. Jason picked up on that, yeah. Did he rip his own clothes like this? “Anyone who touches my skin directly gets very, very aggressive. Sexually.” 

Jason can't help the way he jerks in surprise. That's pretty fucking horrible! Obviously he's already fought off at least one potential rapist though judging by his ‘anyone’ statement, Jason has to presume it's more than one. So, no, he probably didn't rip his own suit. This isn't good. 

“Even Batman lost it,” Nightwing murmurs. If it's potent enough to effect Batman, that's a powerful fucking effect. Was she some sort of mage maybe? Or a meta that's slipped under the radar? They need to find her and fast, ideally before she does this to someone else. “So. Yeah. You're covered. You have gloves and long sleeves and a helmet. If you have a condom, you can fuck me. I can't fucking- I can't think like this.” 

The math all adds up but Jason is still flummoxed by it. 

“I, uh,” Jason hesitates. “Not that you ain't got a nice ass or anythin’, but I dunno how I feel ‘bout takin’ advantage of you like that.” Nightwing snorts a laugh. 

“I have my ulterior motives, too,” he assures dryly. “If you accidentally touch my skin, I won't feel bad laying you out.” That doesn't really sound like a fair balance to Jason. Nightwing is obviously aware and himself but the fact of the matter is, he's wildly out of his mind of aphrodisiac. He'd never put out for someone like Jason otherwise. It feels beyond skeevy.

“You sure that's gonna help?” Jason asks. In an ideal world, he'd just take Nightwing somewhere safe instead but that's not really an option for Jason. They're not exactly friends, it's not like Nightwing is going to tell Jason where one of his safe houses is- and Jason isn't stupid enough to take him back to one of his own. What are his other options? Calling Batman, the guy that's already ‘lost it’ thanks to this thing? 

“Solve this? No. Help? Yes,” Nightwing says. The groan he makes, uncomfortable but horny, is so lewd it distracts Jason more than he wants to admit. There's no way Jason's being affected by whatever's happening here, he just already thought Nightwing was really sexy. Unfortunately. “I just need to get back but I can't when I'm- fuck, I can't go anywhere when I'm this horny.” 

Jason rubs the back of his head awkwardly. Well, if Nightwing thinks it'll help then that's good enough for him. 

“Come on, Red,” Nightwing groans, reaching back to pull the zipper of his suit down. The beautiful, scarred expanse of his back is more enticing than it should be. And that wonderful dip of his lower back? “I always thought your bad boy routine was kind of sexy, you know.” 

Yeah, Jason didn't need much more convincing. 

“‘ight,” Jason agrees, finally daring to come closer. A part of him is still wary of the possible bear trap going on here but he doesn't let that stop him. Nightwing adjusts himself against the wall. He seems so slight like this. 

“Don't touch me,” he says with a sudden, firm bite. Even if Jason's properly covered, he can see why Nightwing might not want to risk it. 

“No touchin’, got it,” Jason agrees. Nightwing hastily shrugs out of his suit just enough to get it below his very, very nice ass. As much as Jason would love to feel it, he obediently follows his direction to not touch. This isn't really a fun sex adventure, after all, and Jason knows better than to push his luck. 

“Condom,” Nightwing says impatiently when Jason's obviously been distracted by his shapely backside. There's plenty to be distracted by. God, his waist looks so grabbable. 

“Right, yeah,” Jason says. He hurriedly takes out a condom and a packet of lube before unbuckling his belt. Everything about this situation just feels so strange and yet, Jason can't help but feel all the more excited because of it. This is one of those stories vigilantes always hear about but rarely actually happen. Jason hurriedly takes his cock out and slips the condom on. 

Nightwing does seem quite small compared to Jason. Maybe this wasn't such a great idea after all. 

“Put it in,” Nightwing demands, quickly growing irritated with Jason taking his sweet time. He doesn't even look, just braces his hands against the wall and offers his nice ass up. Which is extremely tempting, don't get Jason wrong.

“I think I might be a bit bigger than you're expecting,” Jason murmurs. He's happy to help but he's not even sure it'll fit now. 

“Red Hood, you can fuck me or you can get your ass kicked as usual, the choice is yours,” Nightwing warns. Again, Jason’s just trying not to find this as hot as he does. Why is something like this even doing it for him? He quickly slicks his cock with a generous amount of lube before trying to figure out the best way to go about this without touching. There's really not a best way. 

Jason braces one hand against the wall, careful not to brush against Nightwing too much, and uses his other hand to guide his cock. He rubs the tip of his cock between Nightwing’s gorgeous ass and without even putting it in, Nightwing groans loudly in satisfaction. Fuck. There's only so careful Jason can be but he does his best. He eases his cock inside Nightwing’s tight ass and Nightwing gasps when the head slips in. 

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” Nightwing chants loudly. Jason winces at the tightness that grips him. He can't believe he's fucking Nightwing. When he's still moving too slow, Nightwing starts pushing his hips back and sinking Jason's cock in further.

“You’re fucking huge, Red,” Nightwing groans, somewhere between a complaint and a compliment. “Holy shit. You're going to split me in half.” Jason isn't moving at all, it is entirely Nightwing pushing himself back onto Jason's cock. Watching him do it is possibly the hottest thing Jason's ever seen, too. Fuck. He's so tight but it feels amazing. 

“I’m close,” Nightwing rumbles hotly. “You need to fuck me, Red. Please.” 

“Fuck,” Jason rasps back. There's something very lewd and very hot about Nightwing panting and moaning and drooling for his cock even if it is just because of some aphrodisiac. He moves so he can brace both hands against the wall around Nightwing and with a steady push, buries the rest of his cock in to the hilt. Nightwing moans loudly and his hips twitch when he suddenly comes. Seems like he's a bit of a size king- lucky Jason. 

“Fuck me, fuck me, fuck me,” Nightwing demands when one orgasm clearly isn't enough for him. Jason does as he's told. He snaps his hips and Nightwing makes a delicious, all too pleased moan. Working up to a proper rhythm just draws more wonderful sounds out of Nightwing. He's so noisy. It encourages Jason to move quicker which Nightwing gladly responds to by thrusting back to meet him each and every time. 

He really does have such a nice ass. 

Not being able to touch is a bit excruciating but Jason keeps his hands soundly planted on the wall. On the upside, he does get a great view of Nightwing’s beautiful back with his torn suit hanging off him. The back of his neck is deeply flushed and he's shiny with sweat. 

“‘m close,” Jason rumbles. 

“Me, too,” Nightwing groans approvingly. “I can't believe Red Hood has such a nice cock. Fucking hell.” Something about Nightwing liking his cock makes Jason so much hornier than it should. It's already beyond incredible that he's even getting a taste of Nightwing but the idea that he's actually totally Nightwing’s type, too? That's an ego stroke Jason probably didn't need. 

“Coming, I'm coming,” Nightwing sings so sweetly. Jason isn't far behind. A few more rough, clumsy thrusts and he's coming, too. It's really good. For a few seconds, they both just bask in the unexpected romp gone well. 

Then Jason eases his cock out and quickly gives Nightwing his space back. He almost expects Nightwing to collapse but he doesn't. Instead, he straightens himself back up and works on getting his torn suit back on. Strangely enough, he does seem a little better now. Usually sex doesn't help ease the effects of aphrodisiacs so much. 

“Did that help?” Jason asks. Nightwing glances over his shoulder at him. 

“Yeah, it helped,” he murmurs, obviously still a bit breathless. “Thanks, Red.” 

“Anytime,” Jason replies, perhaps a bit too enthusiastically. Nightwing smirks at him. He heads on his way, only a little unstable on his own feet, and Jason is left with everything he needs to jack off for the rest of his life. 

Damn. 

X

Jason doesn't know why he agreed to this. No, actually, he does know, it just seems stupid as hell now that he's here. Bruce said Dick would be here and stupidly enough, Jason thought that would make attending a ‘family’ dinner worth it. Dick is the only person Jason even cares about at this stupid thing. They haven't spent much time together since Jason's come up from the grave and a part of Jason hopes that they can reconnect better. 

Maybe if they do, he won't have to attend anymore family dinners. 

Begrudgingly, Jason leaves his helmet in the entryway and briefly greets Alfred. While Jason is always happy to see gramps, he can drop in anytime and Alfred won't tell Bruce he was around. He doesn't need the excuse of a family dinner for that. Once Alfred has assured, repeatedly, that Jason isn't allowed to help make dinner, Jason trudges off to the dining room.

Sure enough, there's Dick. 

It doesn't look like anyone else is here yet. At least Jason gets to spend a little alone time with his brother for now. Dick's parked at the corner of the table and when Jason approaches, he flashes a little smile. 

“Hey Jay,” he greets. “I haven't seen you in a while. I'm glad you came.” 

“Been busy,” Jason says simply. He sits down next to Dick and without any hesitation, Dick immediately shifts further away. Jason tells himself Dick is just making sure there's room for him but it's clear Dick doesn't want to touch him. It's hard not to take that personally. 

Jason is sure not to sit too close. 

“That's good,” Dick says. He seems a bit standoffish but Jason has no idea why he would be. The last time they talked to each other, it wasn't anything out of the ordinary. Jason would try to talk to him more often but he really does get busy and, well, he has to be careful, too. Dick really isn't built for the vigilante life. Too soft- too kind. 

On a second glance, Dick seems unusually dressed for him. He's bundled up well between his turtle neck, long sleeves, and gloves. Gotham's cold but Dick is the sort of dunce to prance around in crop tops and open back shirts. It seems very odd. 

“You cold?” Jason asks, gesturing with his head a little. 

“Oh, I,” Dick murmurs, adjusting self consciously. He smiles at Jason sheepishly. “A little, actually. I went bar crawling with some friends and I'm still feeling it, I think.” 

That sounds like Dick, yeah. Still slightly hungover at a family dinner. He really should be more careful when he's roaming around drunk. Unlike Bruce who pretends very well, Dick legitimately isn't the brightest crayon in the box. The fact that he hasn't been kidnapped nearly as much as he has is a fucking miracle all things considered. 

“At least you had fun?” Jason offers. Dick just smiles back at him vaguely. Clearly he's not in the best shape to keep a conversation going right now. Still, that's sort of the whole reason Jason is here. While he's tempted to tell Dick they should grab a drink sometime and catch up, knowing Dick, he'll probably misunderstand and bring his friends. That's not something Jason wants to deal with. 

“You, uh, have a gir- not a girlfriend, a boyfriend- I know you're- Are ya seein’ anyone right now?” Why the fuck did Jason come to this thing? Dick just looks amused with him, thankfully. 

“No, not right now,” he replies. “There’s this guy but it's a little complicated so we'll see, I guess.” How could it possibly be complicated? He's Dick Grayson, most beautiful guy in the city. That being said, Dick has picked some truly heinous boyfriends before. Jason just hopes this one isn't a literal villain. “What about you?” 

“Nah, nothin’,” Jason says. Dating has never been a priority of his. 

“Well, you're very handsome,” Dick assures. “I'm sure you'll find someone.” They way he says it just sounds so- demeaning. Jason wants to say Dick doesn't mean it that way but it's actually hard to tell. Does he really think Jason couldn't find someone if he wanted to? There is an urge to brag about his run in with Nightwing, easily the most desirable vigilante in the city, but Jason manages to refrain. Dick probably wouldn't believe him, anyway. 

“Right,” Jason grumbles back. He probably should've just done the easy thing and texted his brother to start talking again. 

Dick obviously doesn't want to talk to him today anyways so Jason just sort of gives up and they sit quietly. As more of their so-called family begin to file in, it's clear it's not just Jason. Knowing how Dick can party sometimes, it could be that he's both hungover and still a little drunk. Dick only gives short answers when necessary and makes no effort to continue any given conversation. 

He stays busy with his phone, seemingly trying to indicate to the rest of the family that he's not interested in talking. 

Not that Jason's one to throw stones. He isn't interested in talking to any of these losers, either. He came to talk to Dick and is staying to eat Alfred’s food. The fact that it'll get Bruce off his back for a while is just a bonus. 

Part way through dinner, Jason accidentally brushes his arm against Dick's. The reaction is instantaneous. Dick gets to his feet suddenly like Jason has burned him or something. He tries to play it off like he didn't just jump away from Jason but it's way too late for that. 

Worst still, Dick immediately excuses himself from the table. Jason doesn't see him again before he leaves. 

What the hell did Jason do to him? 

X

“Been looking for you, Red Hood.” 

Jason makes himself difficult to find on purpose but it's no surprise that Nightwing isn't particularly troubled by this. He's less than enthused to find out exactly what Nightwing has been looking for him for. Their strange little sex adventure was just a week ago now and Jason has low-key been dreading Nightwing coming to his senses and seeking him out for some well earned retribution. 

“Y’know I'm always happy to support the local bat menaces,” Jason replies dryly. He habitually puts his hand on his holster as if that's a deterrent for Nightwing. “What can I do for ya, NW?” 

“Don't be so jumpy,” Nightwing replies in amusement. “Let's just say I'm here on friendly terms.” 

“I'll believe it when I see it,” Jason scoffs back. There's precious few interactions with Nightwing that don't turn into problems for Jason on a normal basis- and now he's probably pissed about Jason taking advantage of him. Nightwing smirks at him. 

“Suit yourself,” he says. “Does that mean you aren't down to fuck again?” 

Jason's a little confused but not enough to stop from immediately being a little too horny thinking about their last tumble. 

“You still dealin’ with that aphrodisiac shit?” he asks warily. 

“Not exactly,” Nightwing replies. “People still can't touch my skin but no, there's no more aphrodisiac. Not being able to be touched is more frustrating for me than you can imagine, Red.” 

“Say it ain't so, the hero Nightwing is a slut?” Jason says sarcastically. 

“Red Hood’s favorite hero likes to get fucked, what ever will you do?” Nightwing answers, far from insulted. He's always been a cocky little bastard, anyways. 

“I'm findin’ it hard to believe you ain't got a dozen or more guys happy to play whatever fucked up ‘no touchin’ game you wanna play,” Jason says. Nightwing tilts his head curiously. 

“I didn't say I couldn't find anyone else,” he says. “You have a nice cock and you're cute. I'm looking to fuck you specifically.” There he goes stroking Jason's ego again. Unlike last time, Jason's far less concerned that this is a trap. He really doesn't think Nightwing would stoop so low as to use his body to get a leg up on Jason, after all. If anything, well, Jason is probably the safest option for Nightwing both in terms of his skin contact issue and for his reputation. 

After all, Jason isn't about to run around and spread rumors about Nightwing being easy or his current skin contact issue. 

“That so?” Jason replies with faux nonchalance. Nightwing grins at him as he comes closer. There is a brief moment of tenseness where both Jason and Nightwing expect the other to do something but when that doesn't happen, it evaporates. Nightwing puts a hand on his stomach, fanning the heat already developing in Jason's belly, and rubs his hand lower to grab Jason's belt. 

“So?” he asks. “What do you say?” 

Like Jason's really going to say no to another round with Nightwing. 

“How could’I say no ta my favorite vigilante?” Jason answers agreeably. Nightwing laughs but he doesn't hesitate in the slightest. He unbuckles Jason's belt hastily and unbuttons his jeans to get directly at his half hard cock. Even with the plenty of clothes between them, Jason isn't eager to start touching more than he needs to least of all because he doesn't want to spook Nightwing away. Nightwing is more than happy to take the lead, anyways. He strokes Jason's cock in his hand and easily encourages it to stiffen more and more. 

“You really are big,” Nightwing murmurs. His hand moves quicker, precum beginning to gather at the tip now. “No wonder it felt so good.” He pauses briefly, wrapping his hand around it and measuring it with his fingers. Jason rumbles a quiet noise. There is something particularly arousing by Nightwing being in his uniform, those blue finger stripes wrapped around his throbbing cock. 

“You have a condom?” Nightwing asks. 

“Yeah,” Jason agrees. He should probably buy some more soon, apparently. Nightwing licks his lips. 

“Great,” he replies, doing absolutely nothing to hide how horny he already is. He reaches back to unzip his suit and Jason quickly rustles through his pocket for said condom and packet of lube. Quick and dirty isn't usually Jason's style but hell if he's going to complain about it now. They’re on a rooftop where so many other vigilantes could spot them, including fucking Bruce, but obviously neither of them care enough to find another location. 

Nightwing doesn’t strip, of course, but instead just shimmies his suit down to reveal his gorgeous, well shaped ass- and the fact that he's not wearing any underwear. He bends himself over the edge of the roof and offers himself up with a particularly arousing sway of the hips. While his suit might be in one piece today, that lovely v-shape that shows off his tawny, scarred back is as hot as ever. Jason fumbles a bit with getting the condom on and Nightwing shoots him an amused look over his shoulder. Bastard. 

“Come on,” Nightwing encourages in a low, sultry tone. “Fuck me.” Fuck. Jason slicks his cock thoroughly with lube before guiding the tip to Nightwing's fluttering hole. Even knowing he can take it happily, their size difference is a bit lewd. He pushes in slowly and Nightwing groans as he tossed his head forward. He's as tight as ever, that's for sure. When the tip finally pops inside, they both curse. 

“God,” Nightwing groans. Just like last time, he pushes his hips back to take more of Jason's cock at his own pace. “I thought it was just the aphrodisiac but fuck, your dick really does feel amazing.” Jason's just glad that Nightwing can't see how flustered he is. Not like he probably doesn't assume as much. This position does afford Jason a bit more flexibility, at least. He braces his hands on the roof’s edge on either side of Nightwing's hips and uses that for some leverage. Nightwing makes a muffled moan as Jason eagerly sinks his cock in deeper. 

“Fuck fuck fuck,” Nightwing chants hotly, gripping the edge of the building tight. “That’s it. Stuff me.” Unfortunately or otherwise, Jason feels like maybe discovering this many new kinks for himself is a bit dangerous. He thrusts his cock in to the root with a rough thrust, pushing Nightwing up into his toes and pulling a beautifully feral noise from him. His twitching hole squeezes Jason almost painfully tight. 

“Red Hood,” Nightwing groans. “I need you to fuck me.” Jason doesn't need to be told twice. Maybe a little more hastily than he meant, he pulls out just to thrust back in. Nightwing practically melts. Again, not being able to touch him makes this more difficult than Jason expected but not by very much. With each thrust, Nightwing pushes back to meet him just as eagerly. Jason really isn't trying to be rough but Nightwing isn't giving him much of a choice. 

It's fast and hard and fuck, Jason didn't realize how much he needed this. 

“Mm! Fuck, Red Hood’s giant fucking cock is going to make me come again,” Nightwing rumbles. The back of his neck looks so fucking beautiful. Jason wants nothing more than to kiss it- especially when Nightwing tosses his head forward with a loud, needy groan. His hips twitch lewdly as he comes and he clamps down so hard with his orgasm, Jason comes, too. 

They're both panting but only Nightwing is audible. Maybe it's because there was no aphrodisiac this time but that was so much hotter than before. Jason pulls out slowly and Nightwing's pretty, gapping hole flutters a bit. Nightwing ruffles his hair tiredly. 

“Dammit,” he huffs. 

“Somethin’ wrong?” Jason asks, tucking himself away again. Nightwing sighs but reaches back to zip his suit back up. 

“No,” he assures, rather curtly. Obviously something is wrong but Jason isn't exactly in the place to dig. Nightwing turns himself around, leaning back against the roof’s edge, and eyes Jason up. His face is still flushed. 

“You know,” Nightwing says. “Once this curse is broken, I wouldn't mind continuing- this.” 

Being friends with benefits with Nightwing? Now that sounds dangerous. Nearly as dangerous as the opportunity to touch his flesh directly. 

“I dunno, NW,” Jason says coyly. “You're blue, I'm red, I don't see how anythin’ like that'll work out.” Nightwing laughs, tossing his head back and showing off his beautiful, rich throat. There's a mole right above his adam’s apple, like a sign of where best to kiss. 

“I guess you're right,” he says. “Too bad.” 

Too bad, indeed. 

“Well, until my curse is broken, you may or may not see me again,” Nightwing says and he gives Jason a truly flirty smile. 

“Like’I said,” Jason replies. “Always happy ta help out the local bat menaces.” 

“I'll hold you to that, Red.” And with a graceful flip, Nightwing tips himself off the ledge of the building. Jason smacks the back of his helmet irritably. 

X

Dickie: hey jason. i wanted to apologize, i feel like i blew you off at dinner the other night. 
Dickie: i guess i was feeling worse than i thought. 

No, he just launched himself out of his chair so he didn't have to accidentally touch Jason. Bruce must have said something to Dick for him to have even thought about reaching out which Jason doesn't exactly appreciate. Now he has to talk to Dick when he wasn't expecting to. What is he even supposed to say? 

Don't worry about it, I'm used to people having that reaction to me. 

Not to mention Jason keeps getting distracted thinking about fucking Nightwing. Nightwing who wants to continue seeing Jason for some unknown reason. They've been at each other's throats for years! Having sex twice doesn't exactly establish a good relationship between them- no matter how much Nightwing likes his cock. Worst still, Jason isn't exactly against the idea. 

Yeah, it's a bad idea but Nightwing is more against Jason and his methods than vice versa. He respects Nightwing. He thinks Nightwing is really, really attractive. Why wouldn't Jason be up for the idea? 

Jason: Don't worry about it. 

Real smooth, idiot. 

Dickie: maybe we should hang out sometime? it's been a while since just the two of us have spent time together 

That is what Jason wanted. He still does want to have a better relationship with his brother. But he still has no idea what made Dick jump out of his seat, either. The last thing he wants is for Dick to force himself into Jason's company just because Bruce is bitching at him. 

Did Dick find out he's a vigilante? Or worse, did Dick find out he's Red Hood? Is he afraid of Jason now? There's no way Dick could've figured that out on his own. If Jason finds out that Bruce told Dick, he's going to be in for a bad time. 

Jason: I'm pretty busy lately. 

Dickie: right

Fuck. If he turns Dick down now, there's no way Dick is going to offer again- especially if he's put off by Jason being Red Hood. He really needs to figure out why Dick is acting so strange towards him. 

Jason: I can make time for you, I guess. It has been a while. 

There's a long delay before Dick answers again. 

Dickie: you don't have to do that

You're fucking beefing it, Todd. 

Jason: Don't gotta do anything. I want to make time for you. 

Sometimes Jason forgets he has to be careful with his brother. Dick's just a normal civilian- and on top of that, way too nice and way too stupid for his own good. Jason loves him, of course, but they're just very different. He needs a lot softer touch than Jason is used to giving. 

Dickie: if you're sure

Jason: I am. Did you have something in mind? 

Dickie: soup

Jason: … 
Jason: Was this all to trick me into making soup for you? 

Dickie: would you’ve made me soup if i asked?

Jason: Yes. 

Dickie: then why would i trick you? :p

And yet, sometimes he's too smart for his own good, too. Despite himself, Jason can't help but smile. 

Once he gets this straightened out, he really needs to be better about staying in contact with Dick. 

X

“Fuck, come on Red,” Nightwing rumbles breathlessly. His waist feels so slender in Jason's hands even though the extra layer of his utility belt. There's this loaming sense of danger that, while unwarranted, is turning out to be more arousing for Jason than it should be. They're fully dressed, of course, but with Nightwing on his knees, their thighs are practically flush this time around. 

He's warm. 

“I can't be late,” Nightwing reminds him again. His date, yeah, Jason knows. He doesn't know if Nightwing means an actual date or if he's just paraphrasing for the ease of things. Jason isn't about to go digging around in gardens that aren't his but sleeping around while dating feels a bit skeevy to him. 

But of course, Jason isn't the one that can't touch people right now. 

“You're welcome to come whenever ya feel like it, champ,” Jason grumbles back. He's supposed to be meeting Dick at his place to cook soon, anyways, and he still needs to stop by the store. Nightwing isn't the only one with places to be. Nightwing groans as he thrusts back, seemingly, with the intent to bruise Jason's hips with his ass. 

“Harder,” he insists. “I need to feel your big cock rearranging my guts, kid.” 

“I'm definitely older than ya, kid,” Jason replies but, nevertheless, grips Nightwing's waist to fuck him harder. Nightwing moans approvingly. He tilts his head back to grin at Jason and that's almost enough to make Jason come right there and then. 

“You're delusional,” he says. 

“I'm delusional?” Jason answers back. Nightwing laughs. 

“Its’s very cute, don't worry,” he promises. Jason yanks Nightwing back onto his cock roughly, pulling a pleasured gasp from him and making him shudder. “Like that. Yes, fuck, yes. I'm close.” 

That makes two of them. 

Jason's sure he's bruised Nightwing's waist but if he has, Nightwing certainly doesn't mind any. He slams into Nightwing as rough as he's willing to give and Nightwing, once again, shows off the tantalizing nape of his neck. 

He should really get a higher collar. 

Nightwing comes with a blissful rumble, nearly knocking Jason over with how hard he pushes back. Jason's right there with him, his aching cock throbbing just at the idea of some proper skin to skin contact. He keeps telling himself he can be so normal about a casual relationship with Nightwing and he knows he can't. As always, it doesn't take Nightwing long to get his wits back about him after an orgasm. He reaches back to push Jason off and Jason obediently goes. 

“Think your date can satisfy you now?” Jason asks, only making a vague attempt at hiding his nosiness. Nightwing gives him a curious look. 

“Gross,” he says. Not that kind of date, then. Jason shouldn't feel so pleased about that. Nightwing zips the back of his suit back up and, for some reason, leans over to kiss the visor of Jason's helmet. “Thanks for the good time as always, Red.” 

“Yeah,” Jason murmurs. “Course.” 

It's just sex. 

It's not like there's a reason Jason's always avoided casual sex with friends. 

Which, Nightwing isn't his friend. 

Jason thinks about feeding his brother soup instead. It only works a little bit. 

X

When Dick doesn't answer his door for longer than average, Jason lets himself in. He should've known Dick was going to be late to a hangout in his own fucking apartment. Vaguely, he can hear the shower running down the hall. 

“I thought we had’a date, Dick-for-brains!” Jason calls, already setting his soup groceries down in Dick's marginally clean kitchen. The shower turns off. 

“I had a meet up with a guy!” Dick calls back. “You're early!” 

“Ten ‘till isn't early!” Jason assures. It looks like Dick at least made an attempt to clean his kitchen for Jason to do some cooking. As ever, he’s a bit confused as to what that means but something is better than nothing. Jason takes to finishing the ‘soaking’ dishes. 

“You’re insufferable sometimes!” Dick woofs as he roams from his bathroom to his bedroom. Jason grins to himself. He starts preparing ingredients while Dick gets dressed and it isn’t long until Dick is coming back out, slightly damp and looking refreshed. 

And fully covered. 

Jason gives him a peculiar look as he comes to settle on a bar stool. Being cold is one thing but this seems a bit extreme. He’s wearing gloves in his own home. 

“You still cold?” he asks. Dick nods, bunching his shoulders up and shivering a little. 

“Yeah. Dad thinks it's an iron deficiency,” he murmurs. 

“Wish you’d told me that before I decided what soup ta make,” Jason grumbles. Dick grins at him. 

“You know I’m the first person that wants soup to fix me but even I think this one’s a bit out of your soup making means,” he says. Jason scoffs in disbelief. Dick’s partying habits probably aren’t helping him any with that, either. Maybe he should come over more often to make sure his brother eats. 

“Your guy, then,” Jason murmurs. “The complicated one?” If Dick had to take a shower afterwards, Jason can take a guess as to what happened. Not that he’s one to talk but still. 

“Yeah,” Dick agrees with a sigh, watching as Jason chops and dices. 

“What makes it complicated, anyway?” Jason asks nosily. On the bright side, it couldn’t be any more complicated than whatever the hell Jason has going on with Nightwing. Dick hems and haws quietly as he thinks about it. 

“That’s- complicated,” is all he says. Jason gives him a mild look. “What? I don’t know what to say.” 

“Somethin’ to the tune of ‘hey Jason, you don’t gotta hunt my guy friend down for sport’,” he answers mockingly. Dick snorts a laugh. 

“And why would you do that, anyways?” he asks. 

“You’re Gotham’s most eligible bachelor,” Jason reminds him blandly. “What’s this guy’s problem that he don’t wanna date you?” 

“It’s not like that,” Dick assures in amusement. He puts his face in his hand, almost dreamily, and sighs again. “If something happens and I need you to put him in his place, I’ll tell you, okay?” Jason thinks he’d sooner hear it from Bruce but either way, he’s not about to let some guy get away with yanking Dick around. 

“Ya betta,” Jason scoffs. At any rate, Dick seems to be more present and willing to chat today. It seems like he really was just hungover the other night. If he’s drinking enough for that sort of effect, Jason’s still a little worried, but Dick will be Dick. Why did Dick jump when they brushed arms? More likely than not, he was probably so dizzy, it felt like he was being knocked out of his chair. It makes sense. Dick is clumsy. He’s acting fine now. 

“What about you?” Dick asks. “Up to anything?” 

Jason has to stop himself from making a face just thinking about what’s going on with Nightwing. It’s all he can think about lately. 

“Nothin’ interestin’,” he assures. “Like always.” 

“Are you still working at the dock?” Dick asks. 

“Nah,” Jason says. “Got a demo gig uptown. It’s temp work but it pays a lot betta.” 

They chitchat and eat and at the end of the night, Jason crashes on Dick’s couch. It’s nice. 

Even if it still feels like Dick is trying to keep him at an arms length. 

X

“Shit, shit, shit.” 

Dick? What's he doing out here? 

When Jason hops a couple buildings to see what's going on, it's not Dick that he finds. Nightwing is bolting for it through Gotham's snug alleyways. 

“Nightwing?” Jason calls. Nightwing only looks at him briefly and doesn't break his stride for a second. 

“Going to have to talk and move, Red!” he says curtly. Jason hurriedly runs to catch up with him. 

“What are you doin’?” Jason asks. “What's wrong?” 

“It's a bit of a long story,” Nightwing replies. “The short of it is: Penguin touched my skin.” That is a little unfortunate but that's more from it being unfortunate that anyone's touched him directly. There's not really a good option for picking who’s going to be hyper aggressively sexual but Penguin is definitely still a bad option. 

“You're haulin’ ass away from Penguin?” Jason asks bluntly. Like, it's unfortunate but it's Penguin. Nightwing could easily make that bowling pin of a man unconscious if he wanted to and now is the time to want to. Surely he's not pulling punches now of all times. 

A giant ass Penguin suddenly crashes into the alleyway behind them and eagerly lunges directly at Nightwing. Fortunately, he's way too clumsy to actually lay hands on him. Jason urgently drops his pace to put himself between Nightwing and mega Penguin just as an extra safeguard. 

Yeah. Sure. The bowling pin has decided to take super steroids. Great. 

“Like I said, it's a long story,” Nightwing repeats irritably. Jason pulls out his gun. “Don't shoot him!” 

“He is literally tryin’ ta rape you,” Jason barks. “What’d'ya mean don't shoot ‘im!” 

“It's not his fault!” Nightwing snaps back. 

“I don't care who's fault it is!” Jason assures. “I’m just gonna shoot ‘im in the leg!” 

“Don't shoot him!” Nightwing repeats. 

“What happens when he catches you!” Jason demands. 

“He's not going to catch me!” Nightwing replies. Pain in the ass. 

“n’ exactly how long until he stops tryin’a rape you?” Jason asks pointedly. Nightwing makes a face that says the answer isn't great. It does wear off eventually otherwise Batman would be having a much bigger problem right now. 

“We need to get him back to his normal self,” Nightwing instructs. 

“The only thin’ I need’ta do is try not’ta hit a’ artery!” Jason barks back. 

“Don't shoot him!” Nightwing demands again. He's so annoying! Hell, with the size Penguin is right now, shooting him might just piss him off more. 

Maybe it's actually a good idea not to do that yet. Not that Jason is agreeing with Nightwing. 

“What's your fuckin’ plan then?” Jason asks. He's not really a helper but this isn't exactly a normal situation, either. It's not like he's just going to abandon Nightwing to fend for himself. 

Nightwing grumbles in a way that says he hasn't exactly figured out a plan yet. No, of course he fucking hasn't. 

“You know, this really isn't your fucking case, Red,” Nightwing assures him because apparently he's some sort of lunatic. “I can handle this myself.” 

“Fuck you, I ain't goin’ anywhere,” Jason snaps back. Despite it all, Nightwing huffs a begrudgingly laugh. 

Getting away from Penguin isn't exactly the problem. Nightwing is fast and nimble enough to easily make his escape. The problem is, that leaves a furious, giant Penguin around to do who knows what, who knows where. 

“There,” Nightwing alerts suddenly. Jason spots the crane roughly the same time that Nightwing does. 

“Oh, ya don't want me’a shoot ‘im but you're fine hittin’ him unconscious with’a steel beam?” he grumbles. 

“A little head trauma will fix him,” Nightwing assures. 

“It fuckin’ betta ‘cause his other option is about ta be his brains all ova the pavement,” Jason says. 

“Don't shoot him!” Nightwing barks again. 

“I heard ya the first six times, kid!” Jason barks back. 

“Red, I'm at least five years older than you,” Nightwing insists. 

“How old d’ya think I am?” Jason asks incredulously. 

“How old do you think I am?” Nightwing answers back. 

Jason goes high and Nightwing stays low, luring Penguin out into the dock's working area. As uneasy as it makes Jason, he trusts Nightwing to be able to handle himself. Quick as he can, Jason hops up next to the operator's seat and shuffles around for the key firmly chained to the steering wheel. He puts eyes on Nightwing and his giant, rebuffed suitor before swinging the thing around. 

“Heads up!” 

Nightwing, the beautiful bastard, gracefully manages to flip himself up onto the swinging beam. Penguin, in his desperate attempt to follow Nightwing, launches himself directly into said beam, rattling the entire dock and knocking himself into a new kind of unconscious. The sound of it alone is probably enough to wake half of Gotham. Thankfully, Penguin is definitely out cold now. 

Jason comes down to meet Nightwing again. He's a bit out of breath from all the running but not by much. 

“You good?” Jason asks. Nightwing holds his ribs briefly before exhaling a tense breath. 

“I think I might've cracked a rib,” he murmurs. Jason holds his hand out, a cautious reminder that he's fully covered and there's nothing to be worried about from him. It doesn't seem like Nightwing is all that worried, anyways. He just moves his hand and lets Jason give him a feel. Nightwing winces a little when Jason puts pressure down in certain spots but he doesn't feel anything out of place and nothing ‘crackles’ when he breathes. 

He's warm.

“Probably just’a sprain,” Jason says. Nightwing nods, obviously revealed to hear it. “Should still check with someone smarter than me, though.” 

“Yeah,” Nightwing agrees. 

“Ya got it from here?” Jason asks. Penguin looks like he's going to wake up in a different century which serves him right as far as Jason is concerned. “I’d stick around but I got otha things to check on.” 

“I got it from here,” Nightwing promises. “Thanks for the assist.” 

“Any time for my favorite vigilante,” Jason assures. Nightwing gives him an amused smile and Jason takes his leave before he can be harassed by Bruce. 

Now, Jason definitely heard Dick earlier. Hopefully he didn't get caught up in Penguin’s rampage. 

Jason: Everything okay? 

Dickie: fine? 

Well he's obviously still awake if he's answering texts immediately. Probably bar crawling again. 

Jason: There was some ruckus in town. Just wanted to make sure you were alright. 

Dickie: yeah, i’m fine. i didn't hear anything. 

Maybe Jason was just hearing things. His hearing aids are getting pretty old at this point but he still refuses to accept the handouts from Bruce. 

Jason: If you're out, you should head home. It's dangerous tonight. 

Dickie: ugh okay. i was going to head home soon anyway. 
Dickie: thanks for the heads up. 

He'll go have a look around just to make sure Dick isn't getting himself into any trouble. 

X

The only reason Jason is showing up to the Manor is because Dick asked to meet up there. Apparently, Dick is working on something with Bruce and needs to stay nearby- which also means he’s bored. This isn’t normally something Jason would entertain but he’s a bit suspicious as to what Bruce is doing that necessitates Dick staying at the Manor. 

So here he is. 

It’s quiet but that’s not unusual. Most of Bruce’s kids aren’t homebodies anymore, leaving him alone with Alfred more often than not. Maybe that’s why he’s making Dick hang around. 

Jason doesn’t have to roam far to find Dick. He’s hanging out in the room he said he would be, idly rummaging through old boxes of stuff in the search of something interesting to uncover. The likelihood of something interesting actually being here is incredibly low. He’s fully covered again, something Jason’s simply accepted as the new normal now. 

“Haven’t been back here in’a while,” Jason comments. Knowing Bruce, all the miscellaneous stuff from his old room is probably packed up back here- a bunch of stuff from before he died. Jason isn’t too invested in digging through any of that stuff now or ever. 

“Me either,” Dick agrees with a quiet, wistful laugh. “I can't believe Alfred kept some of this stuff.” 

Then he turns to look at Jason. 

Nearly his entire face is bruised. 

“What the fuck happened?” Jason asks immediately, suddenly disinterested in anything and everything else. Dick looks surprised and, unsurprisingly, backs up when Jason comes closer. There aren't many places for him to go, however. 

“I'm fine,” Dick assures irritably. “I tripped, that's all.” 

“Bullshit,” Jason snaps back, grabbing Dick's wrist. Urgently, Dick tries to yank away but Jason isn't letting him. “Did you're fuckin’ complicated guy do this ta ya?” Oh, Jason's gonna kill the guy. It's not even ‘just a black eye’; nearly all of Dick's face is blooming with dark purple and yellow bruises. He looks like he was mauled. 

“Jason, let go,” Dick demands. He grabs at Jason's arm to try to force him off. Is that why Dick's been covering up? Because his “”complicated“” boy toy is beating him? Is that why he jumped? He was bruised so badly that even a brush hurt? Jason yanks Dick's sleeve up to check his arms for bruises. 

“Don't!” Dick barks at him in a panic. 

It's too late. 

There aren't any bruises. 

But Jason's bare hand touches Dick's skin. 

His brother is Nightwing. In retrospect, that makes a lot of sense. His ‘complicated’ guy is Red Hood. He got his face bruised with his altercation with Penguin last night. He's been covering up so much because it's very dangerous to touch his skin directly. 

The thing Jason has stupidly just done. 

“Jason,” Dick says warily. Jason feels hot. He feels worse than hot; he feels need. He needs to touch Dick more. He needs to taste him. He needs to grab onto him and never let go. What a fucking pervert he is, to crave his brother like this. It's not even like he can just blame it on the curse, either. How long has he dutifully buried his lust for his brother because Dick is his brother? Because Dick was normal and kind and beautiful and of course had no interest in his little brother? 

“You need to let go, Jason,” Dick says calm but stern, firming his arm to try to pull himself free. Jason can't let go. If he stops touching Dick, he feels like he's going to go insane. No wonder Jason wanted Nightwing so bad. Somewhere deep down, he probably knew the truth- or at the very least, Nightwing reminded him of a version of his brother he could safely fuck. 

What a joke. 

“Jason,” Dick tries again. Unable to help himself, Jason lunges forward, capturing Dick's mouth in a rough, needy kiss. Dick gasps but all this really accomplishes is letting Jason thrust his tongue into his brother's mouth. He tastes fantastic. Just how Jason always thought Nightwing would taste. They take a tumble, teeth clanking together uncomfortably, but it's not enough to get Jason to break their kiss. Not now. 

Dick pulls at the back of his shirt, pushes at his face, and tries his best to squirm away. He just seems so small now. Jason grabs his throat to pin him against the wall and kiss him harder- more than hard enough to bruise both of them. It still doesn't feel like enough. He needs to touch more. Dick groans uncomfortably into his mouth and makes an attempt to get Jason's hand from around his throat, but, well, he's Nightwing, isn't he? 

He said it himself, he settled for Red Hood because he wouldn't feel bad about laying him out if that's what it came to. If Dick wanted to, he could get Jason off him. 

But Jason's his little brother. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his little brother. He doesn't realize Jason is Red Hood, either, does he? If he lashes out with some vigilante stuff, that's going to raise a lot of questions. Guilt boils up in Jason's throat like bile but he can't stop himself. 

Jason grabs the collar of Dick's shirt with both hands and rips it open. Dick gasps in alarm, struggling to get Jason's hands off of him but utterly failing to put any force into his efforts even now. When Jason finally breaks their wet, feverish kiss, Dick pants for breath. Maybe Jason should've put two and two together a lot sooner. 

There's that same mole right above his adam's apple. Jason kisses Dick's neck with all the longing he's been holding back. 

“Jason, stop,” Dick urges desperately, trying to gently pull Jason back by his hair. “This isn't you.” But that isn't true, is it? If Jason really wanted to stop, some stupid curse wouldn't be able to compel him, would it? He drags his tongue along Dick's tawny skin before clamping down with his teeth. He tastes amazing. This is what Jason's been missing out on this whole time? 

“Hey!” Dick yelps. “Not- not so rough!” As if Jason doesn't already know Nightwing would happily come in his pants if he's roughed up the right way. “Jason, you need to stop. We're brothers. You have to fight it.” Jason leaves a large hickey on Dick's neck, encircled by a beautiful bite mark. He's claiming his brother- marking Gotham's most desirable man. It makes Jason dizzy. 

He dives back in to leave another one. 

“Please stop, Jason,” Dick begs, clutching at Jason's shoulders now. Jason bites him again and Dick shudders beautifully. He is. He's getting off on this. A competing feeling of disgust and arousal swells in Jason's belly. He's making his brother enjoy this. It shouldn't turn him on but it does. He's going to make his brother come his brains out whether he wants to or not. 

Jason grabs at the front of Dick's jeans and Dick moves his hips around in an attempt to deter Jason but it doesn't help much. He accidentally pops the button off entirely in his haste but he doesn't have time to think about it. Instead, he just goes directly to yanking off his jeans and boxers all in one go. Dick clamps his thighs together as tight as he can. 

“That's enough Jason,” Dick insists. “Just- just kiss me more, okay? We don't need to do anything else.” At the reminder, Jason hungrily arches back up to capture Dick's mouth again. Dick wraps his arms tightly around Jason's neck, a hold definitely intended to physically hold him in place. Jason pushes a hand between Dick's tightly held thighs and is greeted with his warm, wet pussy. 

He doesn't think he knew that about Nightwing or his brother. That also explains a lot about his encounters with Nightwing, though. It also opens up the wonderful opportunity of breeding his brother. 

Dick whimpers as Jason sinks a finger into his soft slit. He's already so wet and it makes his beautiful thighs slick and shiny. Jason pushes his finger in deeper, curling it to find Dick's sweet spot and pressing his thumb down against his clit. Just a little rubbing and it gets stiff for him. This isn't enough. Jason needs more. He needs to feel Dick better. He needs to see Dick ravished and dazed in pleasure. 

He needs to feel Dick wrapped around his cock. 

He's been so patient. 

Jason frantically fumbles with his own jeans, getting them open and shoving them down just enough to free his achingly hard cock. Finally he's going to get to feel Nightwing raw. Finally, finally, finally. He didn't realize just how bad he needed this until right now. How was he not going crazy before? 

Roughly, Jason grabs Dick's thighs to pry them apart. Dick doesn't make it easy, desperately using his fantastically athletic form to keep his legs together. A vague sense of worry hums at the back of Jason's mind that he might hurt Dick if he's not careful but he has no way of being careful, either. Fortunately, Dick seems to understand this, too, and he eventually gives in and lets Jason part his thighs. 

Jason breaks their kiss to see what he's doing, a bit of drool lewdly stringing them together. Even with Dick's face bruised and a little swollen, he's gorgeous. His features are flushed with arousal and he's gradually getting more and more out of breath. Jason's never been this horny in his life. 

Eagerly, he guides his cock to Dick's drenched cunt. Dick is quick to try to close his legs again but this time, Jason's too close. He squeezes Jason's hips between his knees but can't do much to impede him now. Jason groans as he rubs the tip of his cock between Dick's luxurious, silky folds. 

“Not there,” Dick urges, releasing Jason's neck just to cover his pussy. “You can- you can fuck my ass instead, okay?” 

Jason pushes past Dick's hand with ease. Dick's breath catches as Jason shoves the tip in quicker and rougher than he really meant to. Fuck, he feels amazing, though. Urgently, Dick wraps his fingers around Jason's cock and squeezes, doing his best to stop Jason from going any deeper. Jason's drool drips down onto his hand. 

“Fuck, fuck. Wait, it's not safe, Jason. Take it out,” Dick demands. Jason couldn't wait now even if he wanted to. His brother's wet, hot pussy is squeezing him so tight, throbbing for more of his cock. He pushes deeper, slipping through Dick's slick fingers, and Dick gasps. “Jason! Fuck! You're too big, Jason. Take- take it out.” 

But Nightwing is a size king that loves his big cock, isn't he? 

Jason thrusts in deeper and sure enough, a very lewd sound comes out of Dick. He bites his lip and tries to hold back but his pretty two toned eyes are already crossed. Another starving thrust forward and Dick comes suddenly, squirting all over Jason's cock and his own hand. It's so fucking hot. He just made his brother come from his cock. Jason almost thinks he's going to pass out, he's so aroused. 

“Fuck,” Dick breathes. “Okay, that's enough, Jason. You need to stop.” 

And he will. 

When he’s done. 

Jason pulls Dick’s hand away and Dick struggles with him until he knits their fingers together. He sinks his cock in even better, enthralled with watching Dick’s beautiful thighs jump as he takes inch after inch. He’s clenching down so tightly, Jason groans. Dick throws his head back with a strangled moan, his fingers holding onto Jason’s so tightly, his knuckles are beginning to pale. Hungrily, Jason attacks his throat again. 

He eases into a rhythm, sliding a few inches out just to try to stuff even more inside. As wet and tight as Dick is, it feels incredible. If he knew sex with Nightwing was going to be like this, he wouldn’t have held himself back this entire time. Dick moans pathetically loud as he shakes his hips. Then he’s rocking with Jason. 

“It’s too deep,” he groans but just like as Nightwing, he's trying to push himself further onto Jason's cock. It's so hot, a droplet of blood drips onto Dick's collar from Jason's developing nosebleed. Jason wrenches their hands to pin them above Dick's head and Dick shudders as Jason eagerly tries to bury his cock in to the root. Even when the tip of his hard cock prods what is surely Dick's cervix, he just pushes harder. 

“Oh fuck, wait-” Dick rumbles, his glistening eyes fluttering. If Jason had to wait now, he'd surely die. He lets go of Dick’s hands, briefly wipes a bit of blood from his nose, then grabs Dick’s deliciously slender waist. Like a horny animal, Jason thrusts into his brother hard and fast, the lewd sound of his wet pussy and his breathless moans acting like a hymn. He bullies the entrance of Dick’s womb relentlessly until finally, he forces his cock inside. 

Dick passes out as he squirts again. 

Guilt and disgust claw at Jason’s throat but it doesn’t amount to much right now. There’s nothing he can do about it. Worst of all, he catches himself thinking at least I can blame the curse. He sinks his cock in all the way to the root and marvels at the beautiful bulge he makes in Dick’s stomach. Desperate to come, Jason goes right back to feverishly rutting into Dick’s unconscious body. He feels like a doll like this. 

Dick, fortunately or otherwise, isn’t out for long. When he comes back to, he looks at Jason with this dazed, exhausted look before his eyes fall to the bulge in his belly. He moans, hot and heavy, and once again, beginning moving his hips to match Jason’s pace. He’s completely out of it. 

“More,” Dick rumbles. He grabs a handful of Jason’s hair but instead of trying to push him off, he pulls him down for another kiss. Jason hungrily obliges, smearing blood between their sweat slicked faces. “Fill me. Stuff me. Make me come.” 

Happily. 

Jason growls when he comes, shoving his cock in deep and thoroughly painting Dick's tender womb with his seed. It's still not enough. His cock doesn't even flag. He wants more. He needs more. 

And so does Dick. 

So Jason just keeps fucking him and kissing him and covering whatever parts he can get his mouth around with hickies. He quickly loses count of how many times he comes in Dick, if he were even capable of keeping count to begin with, but he's certain Dick maintains a steady few ahead of him the entire time. Not that Dick is helping anything. 

“Little brother cock is the best.” “Mm! You're breeding me so good!” “You’re acting like such a slut for big brother's pussy.” “More. Shape me for your big fucking cock.” 

Even when Jason is starting to get tired, the heat in his belly doesn't ease even remotely. Some dim part of his horny addled brain is aware that they're going to end up passing out like this but again, he just can't do anything about it. He can't stop. He needs more. 

“Dick?” 

Like a cat realizing it's about to lose its favorite toy, Jason grips Dick even harder and digs his teeth in hard enough to draw blood. Dick muffles out a loud, aroused whimper. 

“Jason!” 

Bruce doesn't try to separate them right away, likely on account of not wanting to accidentally touch Dick, too. He disappears just long enough to better prepare himself before he's back and trying to wrestle Jason off. Jason does not make this easy by any means. Dick, as dazed and confused as he is, still manages to weakly push at Jason in some attempt to help. 

It takes a few minutes, but Bruce eventually manages to pin Jason's arms behind his back and handcuff him. Jason wiggles angrily as he's finally pulled off Dick entirely. It feels awful. He needs to touch Dick more. If he can't keep touching Dick, he is going to die. For perhaps valid reasons, Bruce ties Jason's ankles together to stop him from actually getting up. 

With their physical contact broken, Jason can feel his arousal beginning to subside but it's slow and painful. He feels so alone and betrayed and cold. The conflict of delusional withdrawal and sober reality meet like a train crash. 

“Are you okay, Dick?” Bruce asks softly. Dick takes a shuddery breath but he nods. 

God, Jason just raped his brother. 

“I'm fine,” Dick promises. “Tired, that's all.” 

Jason can barely form a coherent thought nor do anything else for that matter. That's clearly for the best, though. The more the aphrodisiac wears off, the worst Jason feels, the more his panicked brain is telling him to fucking kill himself for what he did. What did he do? 

“There's blood,” Bruce says perceptively. Dick wipes some of it from his face before finally allowing himself to relax a little. 

“Jason's,” he says. “Looks like he broke skin on my shoulder but it's not too bad.” 

His brother. How could he do this to his brother? 

Bruce looks back at Jason but needless to say, Jason can't meet his eye. How could he ever look at anyone ever again? Tears well up in Jason's eyes that he can't stop. 

“You were supposed to be careful,” Bruce says to Dick of all fucking people. 

“Don't fucking start,” Dick replies sourly. Bruce relents. 

“Can you stand?” he asks instead. 

“I don't really have a choice, do I?” Dick murmurs, unsteadily forcing himself to his feet. Cum and slick roll down his thighs in rivers. Bruce hastily hands him a robe to cover up with. 

Jason wheezes out a sound. 

“Clean up,” Bruce instructs. “I'll keep an eye on Jason until he comes down.” 

“I'm sorry,” Jason croaks weakly. “I'm sorry. I'm sorry.” Neither of them say anything for a moment. Then Dick sighs. 

“Yeah. I'm going to go lock myself in my room for a while,” he says. “Let me know if- well, just keep me informed, I guess.” Bruce nods and Dick limps out of the room and out of sight. 

Jason's shaking when Bruce sits him up. 

“Are you okay?” he asks. How the fuck is Jason supposed to answer that? Actually, he knows exactly how. 

“‘m gonna throw up,” he warns tensely. Bruce hastily finds him a bin where Jason promptly makes himself feel even worse by actually throwing up. 

“Let’s get you cleaned up, too,” he murmurs, awkwardly petting Jason’s back. “And probably a sedative.” 

X

“Hey Red.” 

It is with sheer self restraint that Jason doesn't fucking book it. He turns to face his brother, only glad that his helmet is hiding the expression he's making. Though that does little when Dick comes a little too close and Jason nearly steps off the roof trying to back away from him. 

Like placating a wounded animal, Dick holds his hands out to assure Jason he isn't coming any closer. Jason exhales shakily. 

“Are you alright?” Dick asks. 

Jason still doesn't know how to answer that. He's definitely better now but alright? Now that the effect of Dick's curse have faded, he knows what happened was an accident and that there wasn't anything they could've done about it. A series of unfortunate decisions, that’s all. 

Even Bruce hadn't been able to snap himself out of it. As Jason has found out, Dick ended up having to hit him with a fucking brick- knocking him unconscious and giving him a mild concussion in the process. There was nothing Jason could've done once they touched and thanks to a shit load of secrets, no way he could've known not to touch his brother. 

Well, Jason thinks he should've figured it out sooner. 

But just because it was an accident doesn't mean Jason feels fine about it. If anything, it just feels like he got a free pass to assault his brother. Is he supposed to pretend like he didn’t enjoy it? Hell, Jason doesn’t even know if he enjoyed it. He enjoyed sex with Nightwing, it felt good, but it wasn’t really what Jason wanted, was it? 

Jason doesn’t answer. 

“What do you want, Nightwing?” he asks instead. Dick frowns at him a little. 

“I was hoping we could talk,” he says. “Out of costume.” 

Every part of that is the absolute last thing Jason wants. Yeah, Dick doesn’t want anything to do with Jason anymore, that much is clear. Accident or not, how is Dick supposed to act like everything is fine between them now? It’s not like Jason is in the position to refuse a conversation, either. No matter how stupid and pointless it’s going to be. 

So he just shrugs in agreement. 

“Fine,” he says. 

They head for Jason’s safehouse. It feels bad, like he’s luring Dick into the den of the beast. He doesn’t know what would be worse, though- this or being unsupervised in Dick’s apartment. Once there, they naturally maintain a safe distance from each other. Jason takes off his helmet and Dick removes his mask and for a moment, they just look at each other awkwardly. 

“Well?” Jason pressed irritably. Dick rubs the back of his neck. 

“Sorry, I’m more nervous than I thought,” he admits sheepishly. What the hell does he have to be nervous about? 

“Just say ya don’t wanna see me again n’ let’s get this ova with,” Jason says. Dick laughs, looking somewhere else. 

“Guess that would’ve been the normal response, huh?” he murmurs. “That’s- not what I want, Jason.” Is Jason going to let his brother beat the tar out of him over this? 

… 

Probably? He thinks it would make him feel better about the whole thing if nothing else. 

“‘ight,” Jason says stiffly. “The fuck you want, then?” Dick winces and just overall is clearly having a hard time spitting it out. He threads his fingers through his hair a bit, only making it look all the fluffier for it. Then he sighs even louder. 

“Well, I thought about it,” he says. “And, I like you, Jason.” 

“You mean you still like me somehow?” Jason replies dryly. Dick huffs a laugh. 

“No,” he says. “Well, sort of, I guess. What I mean is, even if we’re brothers, if you’re up for it- I mean, obviously you have to be up for it, too- I get if the brothers thing is a nonstarter for you. I don’t want you to feel pressured because of what happened, either. This isn’t, like, an ultimatum-” 

“Dick,” Jason says, barely containing his agitation. 

“Sorry,” Dick mumbles. “What I’m saying is; do you want to try dating?” 

Jason feels like his brain is dripping out of his ears. He presses his eyes closed hard and just for a moment, tries very hard to will himself back into a world where this never happened. 

“Like I said,” Dick repeats. “If being brothers is too much for you-” 

“Are you pregnant?” Jason asks bluntly. Dick nearly chokes on his own tongue. 

“No!” he snaps back. “And even if I was, I wouldn't be keeping it! I'm not trying to trap you, Jason!” 

“So the conclusion you came to after I raped you was maybe we should date?” Jason barks at him. Maybe his brother is Nightwing and maybe he's also too smart for his own good sometimes but he's still not the brightest bulb in the pack, is he? 

“I-” Dick begins to yell back. He lowers his voice and calms himself before continuing. “I don't want to call it that, Jason. It was an accident, okay? You didn't do it on purpose.” 

“Whatever you wanna fuckin’ call it,” Jason snaps. “Same fuckin’ question! You want to date after that?” 

“Stop yelling,” Dick warns him, nose wrinkled. It's a warning he does not need to make a second time- unless Jason wants to start a physical fight, anyways. 

“I ain't yellin’,” Jason says tensely, but quieter. On the bright side, it does make him calmer. “You do realize you sound fuckin’ insane, right?” 

“I just asked my brother if he wants to date me,” Dick replies. “Yeah, I'm vaguely aware that I sound like some perverted nutcase.” 

“I-” Jason stammers more than he means. He doesn't even know where to begin tackling this. Does he want to date his brother? If he does, could he even stomach it knowing what he did? Does Dick feel like he has to try because of what happened?

“You can think about it,” Dick assures. “It's just- you probably figured out I was pinning after Red Hood, right?” He rubs his neck anxiously. “I know you were out of it, but I wasn't. The entire time you- uh, we were- participating in sex under unusual circumstances, I knew what was going on.” 

That's more guilt Jason certainly didn't fucking need. 

“I guess I shouldn't say this since you didn't have control of yourself,” Dick murmurs, trying to hide how flushed his face is getting and failing rather spectacularly. “It was good. I didn't even know you were Red Hood at the time. Not that this is all about the sex, either. I mean-” 

Jason ruffles his own hair and exhales a stressed sound. 

“I just thought to myself, if we weren't brothers, would I want to date you and the answer was yes,” Dick admits. “An emphatic yes. I know you're going to keep feeling guilty about what happened and I'm sorry. If you prefer us not having contact anymore, I- that's fine, too.” 

But as hard as he tries, Dick just can't hide how sad that thought makes him. 

“Just do me a favor and think about it?” Dick asks. 

“Don't need ta,” Jason answers more abruptly than he means to. Dick frowns at him. 

“Jason,” he murmurs. 

“I need some time ta- I need’s settle with myself over what happened,” Jason says. “Gimme a couple days- or weeks, I dunno yet- then we can try datin’.” Dick huffs. 

“You're sure? What if you don't ‘settle’ with yourself?” he asks. 

“Ain't like that,” Jason assures briskly. “Ain't about that. Just gimmie time, okay?” 

“I'm not trying to force you into anything, Jason,” Dick says again. 

“Dick,” Jason says. “I didn't even wanna admit it to myself but I've wanted'a kiss you since you beat the shit outta me as a kid.” Dick laughs. “Two weeks, tops.” 

“Okay,” Dick says softly. “You know how to find me.” 

He leaves and Jason has to stand at the sink and spray himself with water just to calm down. How he managed not to blush throughout that entire thing is a miracle he'll likely never pull off again. 

Fucking a. 

X

Dick gives him a mute smile as Jason approaches. Still, they keep a safe distance from each other. Dick's still bundled up so Jason presumes he's still cursed as all hell. That's not the end of the world, obviously. They were having sex just fine without needed skin-to-skin contact. 

“Did you decide?” Dick asks. 

“Told ya, I wasn't decidin’,” Jason grumbles back. 

“Sorry, did you settle with yourself?” Dick asks instead. “Whatever that means.” 

“I did,” Jason says. He still feels conflicted about it but there are some things he knows he'll always feel conflicted about. That doesn't have to mean anything to anyone else. “So, we datin’ then?” 

“Only if you want to be,” Dick agrees. “I haven't changed my mind.” 

“‘ight then,” Jason says. “Guess we're datin’.” Dick grins at him and yeah, Jason was pretty fucking repressed to be able to spend all these years ignoring how that smile makes him feel. 

“Guess we should go on a date, then,” he says. 

“If you're trickin’ me inta makin’ you soup again-” Jason says. 

“Didn't we agree that I just have to ask for soup?” Dick replies in amusement. Jason scoffs. “I was thinking somewhere we can dance?” 

“The thing that's gonna make it extremely hard not to touch you in public?” Jason asks mildly. Dick makes a face. 

“You know,” he murmurs. “I've been thinking about that. I think you might be able to fuck this out of me. Not specifically you, I should say. I think breaking this curse just requires me to get my brains fucked out. That's what Jane Doe who cursed me was up to.” 

Is that copper? 

Urgently, Jason reaches up to cover his nose before he bleeds all over his clean shirt. Dick gives him a questioning look before laughing at him. 

“Something to think about,” he says. Yeah, like Jason's going to be able to think about anything else now. “Dinner and a movie at home is probably safest, I guess. And if you keep your helmet on, maybe we can kiss a little? Sorta.” 

“Yeah,” Jason agrees. He knows for a fact he's bitten off more than he can chew when it comes to Dick. That's part of the reason he was so hesitant about wanting anything with Nightwing. 

But what can he say? He's not the smartest man alive, either. 

“You're helpin’ me cook this time.” 

“You do know I'm not totally helpless in the kitchen, right?” 

“Ain't ever seen any proof of that.” 

X

BONUS

It's no surprise that with Dick's curse finally broken, he's absolutely touch starved. Okay, it's a little surprising, actually. Considering they ended up having to screw for nearly twenty hours straight, Jason expected his brother to be fucked out for a while and unwilling to touch anyone for at least a week or two. 

He's half right on both fronts. Dick is obviously still concerned about touching other people, having learned the hard way to avoid it at all costs. He still flinches when the family touches him and does his best to avoid crowds and anything too risky. Thankfully, his curse really does look to be broken. With that said, he's all over Jason. 

Dick wants to hold his hand and his arm, sit in his lap, hang off him, cuddle- shower together. It's nice. Jason won't admit it's nice but finally being able to touch without risk of going into a horny, multiple hour daze, is really, really nice. Dick always was very tactile. 

On the other front, Dick's labido certainly hasn't gone anywhere. He keeps trying to initiate sex- partially on account of all the touching he can do again- but they never get very far. Jason doesn't mind and he's not the type to get blue balls so it doesn't really matter that they often have to stop midway through. 

Dick's just too sore to take Jason's cock in any sort of manner. Considering the circumstances, he's probably bruised to hell and back on the inside. Even Jason's fingers are too much sometimes. Likewise, Jason isn't really bothered by constantly having to get Dick off with his mouth but it's apparent that this is getting a bit frustrating for Dick. 

Ultimately, it's Jason's suggestion. 

“You should just top today,” Jason says as he pulls his shirt off over his head. There's not an immediate answer and when Jason looks over his shoulder to figure out why, Dick is looking at him with these big, sparkly eyes. 

“Can I?” he asks, obviously very interested in the idea. It's not like Jason ever said he couldn't top it's just that Dick is a huge fucking size king so it's never come up. Jason tries not to get too flustered with middling results. 

“I don't care,” he assures nonchalantly. “Not like it's my first.” The look Dick gives him is way too horny for how sore he actually is. Dick moves across the bed and eagerly pulls Jason to him for a kiss. It's another thing he won't admit to but Jason really likes kissing and Dick is so, so good at it. Without fail, Dick always makes him melt. It doesn't take long for Dick to bully him down to the bed. 

Likely on habit alone, Dick straddles Jason's lap. Jason grabs his thighs and Dick gladly rubs his warm pussy against Jason's stiffening cock through their boxers. Just a little kissing and he's already half hard. Nothing new there. Dick pulls back suddenly, licking his lips as he sits up and ruts his hips. 

“Not sure if I have anything ‘small’,” says the size king. “Is that alright?” Jason swallows. 

“Should be fine,” he says. “Not like we're short on lube.” Dick doesn't seem entirely convinced. 

“I can finger you instead,” he says, making the heat rise in Jason's face. “Or use my mouth?” 

“Whatever ya want,” Jason replies curtly. Dick laughs at him, pushing down against his much more honest hard on. 

“Can I handcuff you, then?” he asks. 

“What? Why?” Jason asks back. 

“Because it's hot,” Dick says simply. That probably should've been obvious. They had to handcuff Jason a few times while breaking Dick's curse just so he didn't accidentally end up killing them both. Obviously Dick enjoyed it more than out of necessity. 

“Fine by me,” Jason murmurs. He was out of it for most of their curse breaking endeavor so he can't say for sure if he likes being handcuffed but he's willing to give it a try. Dick hums happily. He climbs off Jason's lap to root through one of his drawers. 

Jason schools his face as several things are tossed onto the bed. A box of condoms, a fair sized dildo, a harness, a bottle of lube, and, of course, the handcuffs. Dick returns to the bed and naturally, Jason turns around to let Dick handcuff his hands behind his back. 

“You got the keys for these, right?” he asks. 

“Nope,” Dick chirps back. Jason gives him a sour look over the shoulder as he clamps them shut. “What? They're standard police cuffs? You just leverage the lock.” 

He's lucky he's cute. 

Dick pushes Jason down to the bed and Jason adjusts a little as to not lay on his arm awkwardly. The handcuffs are cold and a bit heavy but they also save Jason from needing to think about what to do with his hands- something he often gets hung up on when Dick takes the lead. He could get out of the cuffs fairly easily but that doesn't matter much when Dick is looking down at him like he's a tasty treat. He does feel a little vulnerable. 

Not one to waste any time, Dick slips his fingers under the waistband of Jason's boxers and pulls them off. He strokes Jason's cock in his hand, slicking the precum collecting at the tip along his length and making it shiny. Jason bites the inside of his mouth with anticipation. 

“I can never get over just how big you are,” Dick says wantonly. He fondles Jason's testies in his free hand, happily playing without providing any real stimulation. Jason's cock jumps in his hand. He grabs his dildo and inquisitively holds it beside Jason's stiff cock. It's smaller than him but that doesn't mean a whole lot. 

“This is the smallest one I have,” Dick says, rubbing it against Jason's cock slowly. “I should let you fuck me with one of these and your cock one day. When I'm less sore, of course.” Jason doesn't think Dick is going to be ‘less sore’ for very long. 

Dick leaves him be long enough to set out of his own boxers, a string of slick already dripping off his horny cunt. Anticipation brews in Jason's belly as he watches Dick casually get himself set up. The leather harness looks both good quality and well loved- not that Jason thought his brother was a virgin going into this. Watching him put it on and fix the dildo into it is way hotter than Jason was expecting, too. 

It's been a while since he's been on the receiving end. That being said, before Dick, it had been a while since he'd fooled around at all. Switching will probably help with keeping Dick from getting too sore. 

Dick opens up a condom and, likewise, takes his sweet time getting it on the dildo correctly. He's definitely just tormenting Jason at this point. Then he takes the lube and leisurely coats his plastic soldier with it. He strokes it slow and steady where Jason can see, almost like it's his own cock. 

“Do you play with yourself back here?” Dick asks. Jason's face practically glows and Dick grins at him knowingly. 

“Sometimes,” he admits. Dick wets his mouth. 

“Yeah?” he says hotly. “Thinking about what?” 

“You, obviously,” Jason says. He does his best not to squirm any in his anticipation. Dick's just out of reach and it's becoming increasingly frustrating watching him stroke himself like that. 

“That's not very descriptive,” Dick replies. Jason's cock weeps untouched. Frankly, Jason isn't much of a talker during sex. He doesn't know what to say or how to make it sound sexy no matter how easy Dick makes it seem. 

“You give me plenty ta think about,” Jason assures. Finally, Dick comes closer. He runs his slicked hand up Jason's thigh slowly, appreciating the shapely muscle there. Fuck. “Like riddin’ your strap ‘till I come.” 

“Oh,” Dick breathes. Like a reward, he slides his hand higher, groping Jason's ass now. His fingers slip between his cheeks and brush his twitching hole but again, all Dick is doing is tormenting him. Jason tries to think of something else before he loses his ability to think at all. 

“Or fingerin’ me while we're staked out,” he offers. Dick's fingers stroke his rim now. He drizzles more lube down his fingers and prods Jason's hole with all the gentleness Jason has never bothered to touch himself with. Dick's soft, slender fingers pushing inside make him groan into the bedsheets. 

“Like this?” Dick asks. Nothing like this. Jason doesn't have near good enough of an imagination for that. All the same, Jason nods. Dick doesn't really thrust his fingers, though, he isn't trying to stimulate Jason, he's just making sure he's lubed up enough. “You’re so tight, Red.” 

“Fuck,” Jason rumbles. Dick takes his fingers out and moves into place so he can rub his cock against Jason's fluttering rim instead. With their size difference, there aren't a lot of great positions but fortunately, they're both flexible. Jason adjusts his hips just enough to let Dick straddle one of his thighs, leaving him on his side. Having Dick looking down at him is always more flustering than Jason wants to show. 

“Tell me if it's too much,” Dick says, prodding Jason's hole with his tip. 

“Will you just fuck me,” Jason urges. Dick laughs but all the same, he pushes in. Jason's breath hitches a little. 

“Now you sound like me,” he teases. Jason groans as he steadily sinks deeper. It is a bit larger than Jason is used to and there's a slight discomfort but that's what makes it feel so nice. Dick's heavy, hot breathing as he pushes in only manages to make Jason even more flustered. His pretty cock prods Jason's sweet spot suddenly and Jason nearly comes there and then. 

“You’re taking it so good, Jason,” Dick praises warmly. “Just a bit more.” Rudely, he pushes the last bit in slow and steady, making Jason feel every inch carve him open. Dick's hips push against his ass firmly, grinding the toy in deep and rubbing it against his prostate. 

He really tries not to come right away but Dick gives his first, proper thrust and Jason's done. His cock jerks, spurting cum all over the sheets, and Jason rumbles out a deep groan. Dick answers with an approving groan of his own. 

“Fuck, Jason,” he says. They really need to switch more so Jason doesn't come so quick next time. Not that Dick seems to care. He hastily unbuckles his harness, leaving his cock in Jason, and pushes Jason onto his back proper. Without any hesitation, he mounts Jason's shoulders and pushes his drenched cunt into Jason's mouth. Jason is more than happy to eat him out but this quickly turns into Dick fucking his face instead. 

Which Jason is also into entirely too much. 

“That was so hot,” Dick groans, flicking his hips roughly. Jason feels like he's going to drown, not all that unusual either. He licks as best he can. “My little brother's so hot. Fuck.” 

Well if there's one thing they're in agreement about, it's an incest kink. Go figure. 

A few more hasty, wanton thrusts and Dick squirts all over Jason's face. He really wonders why he bothers to shower before sex sometimes. Jason has to sit up, sliding Dick into his lap, so Dick doesn't actually try to drown him. This does push the dildo uncomfortably deep and his spent cock twitches in disagreement. Dick looks pleasantly satisfied at least. 

“Sorry it didn't last long,” Jason says. “Been a while.” 

“I’ll get something smaller,” Dick assures. “Next time, I'm going to fuck you stupid.” 

Dick's labido has to go down eventually, right?

Right?