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Every child has heard of Bruce Wayne, the Warlord of Gotham, who climbed the mountains to slay the Giant Bats and then returned to trench the earth with blood. Dick thought the slaying of Giant Bats would be a lie, a simple myth to make everyone fear the violent man even more, but the evidence sits on the warlord's head, leathery and eerie as if he has long become one with the creature. Wings flow from his shoulders, and a Bat sits in dark augite on his otherwise bare chest.
Their eyes meet just as the sharp side of the warlord's hatchet buries itself into a villager's flesh. Inhumanely blue eyes take him in, the head of the Alpha tilting as he takes in a deep breath, broad chest rising powerfully.
Dick was just going to go to the market after last night's small performance for the village kids. The circus is simply passing through. He was looking forward to buying the fresh produce and enjoying it on the way to the next town. The stands are being broken now. The fruits and vegetables and meat lie crushed in the dirt. The circus was bound to be in a town targeted by the Bat at some point, but Dick never expected their luck to run out so abruptly.
Dick slips on the bloodied ground as he takes a step back, body tensing as he twists out of the way and runs. His shirt rips as fingers curl into the fabric. He has never been as thankful for his weathered clothes. He can feel the warlord's fingers on his skin as he runs, his breath at his neck. Dick’s heart beats a mile per hour as he runs down the largely unfamiliar streets. He wants to fight and stand his ground, but he knows that it is better to escape. At least he can preoccupy the Alpha and hopefully enable others to get away.
Dick skirts to a halt when he enters a one-way alley, out of breath in a way he has never been before. The high wall of the community house looms in front of him, the very place he just minutes ago left with a smile on his face, and he needs a second to decide how to proceed. There are bowmen among the Bat's forces, but he'll have to trust that he is more agile than their arrows.
Dick gets to the edge, is just about to pull himself up onto the roof when a hand grabs his ankle. Dick braces for impact with the hard ground, a gasp escaping him when his back meets a warm chest instead. His breathing fails him entirely as a hand curls around his jaw and an arm around his middle, nose pushed into his neck as the warlord takes a deep breath.
Dick bucks, snarling while he tries not to breathe the Alpha pheromones in. The rumbling growl vibrates through his body in ways only an Alpha sound can.
"Your scent has been in my nose since your little caravan arrived. I'll not miss my chance, little bird." The deep voice resonates through him, telling him to submit, to stop fighting someone he cannot win against. Dick has never cared less about his Omegan instincts than in that moment and, still, he can't help but stop and whine when a hot wet tongue drags over his scent gland.
"Your performance last night made me want to sink into you right then and there."
Dick's breath shudders as fingers slide down his front, feeling him through his pants. His hips are tilted back with the gesture, and there he feels the need he has awakened. It is difficult to ignore how much the touch and the scent affect his body, especially when the Alpha nips at his gland teasingly once more.
Dick tugs at the hand between his legs, trying to dislodge the Bat with a shoulder shrug. It causes teeth to prick into his gland just shy of breaking his skin. The hand grabs him more strongly, large and warm, and Dick loops his finger through the thin throwing blade hidden at his hip. He stabs into the meat of the warlord’s hand and slices it up, cutting into the warlord's arm but not coming far when the leathery armguards are in the way. The grip slightly loosens, but he has faced the wall until now, barely escapes before he is caught again and thrown down.
Crashing onto the wooden card is barely preferable to the muddy ground. Dick might even call it worse for the painful bruises it leaves. The Alpha wrestles him onto his back, presses his armed hand down. The blade cuts into the strong fingers, not that the Alpha seems to care for any of the wounds. Their teeth knock together as lips settle on his, and Dick feels fingers claw into his hip. Nails dig into his flesh to make him gasp as they draw red welts from there to his inner thigh. Wetness follows their trail. His lips are bitten bloody, his pants ripped open by a wet hand, buttons fly, and Dick snarls into his mouth, rearing up, but the warlord has him securely pinned down. Blood-sticky fingers caress him between his nether lips revealing his opening while the thumb remains on the base of his little cock. Dick shows his teeth with a growl, feet finding some leverage. The touch slips lower for it, wet with blood and freshly shamefully produced slick. Dick's breath hitches, body tensing as a finger slides between his cheeks and presses against his hole.
"I knew you'd be an Omega worthy of being claimed."
Never. Never let yourself be claimed, my little Robin, his mother had said so often before her death, and Dick growls, snapping up at the warlord only to arch back as the finger pushes into him. The burn races up his spine. He whimpers, tears pricking at his eyes as the Alpha kisses his forehead with a purr.
Dick's breath hitches as the finger bottoms out, and he twitches when the Bat finds his prostate, more enjoyable warmth pulling through him. He stares up at him with wide eyes, heart thrumming frantically.
"Don't be scared," the Bat says, seeming even bigger to Dick than before. "I wouldn't want an Omega who just lies back."
The words reassure Dick not one bit, but he forcefully grows slack as a second blood-slick finger enters and teeth carve into his gland. The knife he held onto clatters down. His wrists are properly caught by a large hand, and Dick groans as a nipple is licked and then bitten. The Alpha watches him rapidly as he jerks with every new sensation the fingers make him feel.
"There you are, sweetheart, doesn't that feel good?"
Dick shakes his head with gritted teeth, but all he displays from the blush on his skin to the tears sliding down his cheeks shows the contrary. The fingers pull out with a slick sound. Blood flakes on his thigh as the Bat towers over him, cock head pressing against his opened entrance as knees push against the underside of his thighs. Blood-slick fingers bind his wrists.
"Don't," Dick pleads hoarsely. His ass pulses with the unused strain but so does his little cock, precum pearling over his belly. The Bat kisses his forehead, his nose, and then angles his head up for a deep kiss.
"You'll enjoy being claimed." The deep, gentle voice trickles through his chest, and Dick almost forgets what is happening until he is forced apart. Dick isn’t sure if he lets out a scream but he arches, tighter than a bow and the tears drip down freely; the entry into him a show of pure dominance.
"You’re so tight, sweetheart. You feel so good." There's a growl in there, guttural and pleased as he fully wraps around the hard cock. The bloodied hands grip his ass, digging in to pull him flush to the Alpha’s pelvis. The throwing knife used to keep his freshly tied hands now pinned to the wood is utterly useless to him.
Dick gasps and mewls as the Bat starts fucking into him strongly and deeply, leaving no room but for himself. The knot builds, slowly but surely catching against his rim as Dick gasps and pants. He smells the smoke. It only intensifies the sweat on their skin, the blood on it never quite drying.
The knot catches with no particular hard thrust accompanying it as a warning, but the bite into his neck is savage. A true shock to his system. The Bat moans guttural as the blood floods his mouth. The large body covers Dick fully as he is filled with the warlord’s seed.
Blood smears across his forehead as another kiss is placed there. His throat is peppered with kisses as he shakes from the stimulation, hot and cold shivers running over his body.
The Alpha pulls out of him, and the loss of the shade turns the fluids sticky on his skin. He's picked up before he can curl in on himself, scent marked once more as the Bat carries him away, bellowing to his men to pick up the pace.
Dick sighs into the soft cushions, trying and failing not to rub his sexes into the fabric. A shudder goes through him as the back of a finger caresses up his little cock, touch barely above a tickle. A pearl of precum emerges, smeared over his tip, and Dick tugs at the bonds tying his wrists together, trying to close his legs only to find them bound with rope as well.
"Good morning, little bird." The Bat's voice is rough and guttural — every Omega's dream — and Dick watches as his precum is licked from rough fingers with heated eyes. It is an inconsequential gesture, but feels much more violating than what he already went through because his body feels feverish, and he leaks only more.
"Do I not get a good morning in return?" the Alpha asks as he leans over him, hand sinking into the cushions next to his head, and pushing him onto his back by the inside of his thigh. Dick holds his breath. He still had a fighting chance before, now he doesn't, and Bruce Wayne seems all the more overwhelming for it even though the warlord is merely wearing his armguards.
A strong hand forces him into a kiss and a soft gasp escapes Dick as two fingers sink into his soaked pussy, forcing him to realize how wet he is. Dick tries to focus on everything but the building need that the strong fingers inside him and the tongue in his mouth evoke. They are in a tent. He’s lying in a nest of cushions. He still feels a little open from the claim. It's a weird feeling. No one had even touched him there before, and now there seems to be a Bruce Wayne-shaped hole.
"Don't hide your face, sweetheart," the warlord softly murmurs into his neck. The side on which the fresh bite does not sit, and Dick is thankful for small mercies, burying his face even further into the pillows as if his lips aren't burning to be touched again.
Dick shudders when Bruce moves away to leave a kiss on his inner thigh, fingers curling inside him teasingly.
"You open up so well for me. Tight but welcoming."
A humiliating gush of slick follows the proclamation and the calloused fingers slip out of his pulsing entrance. He feels too open and at the same time too tight. Dick wants to cry, bites his lip too hard, and feels the wound there reopen.
Hands brush from his knees over the inside of his thighs further up, settling big and large onto his bruised hips. The bloody claw marks still remain there, prickling beneath the warm touch. Dick waits for the feeling of a cock preparing itself to enter his body and hates that his pussy burns at the thought. The Alpha already claimed him. There is nothing holding him back from breeding him while he is bound. Dick tries again to close his legs in vain.
Dick tenses further when he feels warm breath caressing his sexes instead, gasping when a tongue licks over his pussy, then invading him deep just for the strong mouth to suck. It's unfair, Dick thinks as he writhes helplessly beneath the stimulation, unable to do anything but whine. He feels as if the warlord has been hungering for him all his life, not giving him a second to breathe.
A finger pushes back into him, teasing a squirt out of his quivering sex as the Bat gives his swollen lips one last lick. It doesn't stop there, Dick tugs at his bonds as his little cock is peppered with kisses and then rubbed, swelling beneath the attention while the blue eyes regard him. His second orgasm creeps up on him even faster, aftershocks running through him like true electrical shocks.
A hand brushes over his cheek, the one he sliced open on its back, and Dick's lips prickle from the gentle kiss. Further kisses trail down his throat, leaving fresh trails of blood on his skin.
"To think I would find a treasure like you by chance, my little bird."
Dick's toes curl as the Bat rubs his big cock against his sexes, hulking body shadowing him fully once more. Dick growls helplessly every time the tip teasingly dips into him with every other forward thrust. It does not turn him any less crazy whenever the much larger cock rubs over his own. Frustration drives tears to his eyes and he looks up at the Bat, hating that, with closed eyes, his mouth open in pleasure, Bruce Wayne looks like an Alpha Dick would have liked to have.
He is held in place by his hip and hair and Bruce comes over him, thick stripes of cum painting his stomach and sexes white as a hand squeezes the thick knot, relieved gasps falling out of the Alpha’s mouth.
Dick whimpers as the Bat brushes a finger through the mess he created only for it to teasingly sink back into him. Dick jerks as the deep stimulations begin anew. He doesn't want to be touched any longer. At the same time, he feels so empty inside. The Bat cups his face, kissing him filthily. Calling him a good Omega in his deep Alpha voice as a first sob leaves Dick's swollen lips.
The Alpha has curled into him, sculpted face pressed into the slowly healing bite. Dick can still feel him running his tongue along the wound. The pheromones still linger, keeping him calmer than he should logically feel, but their effect is less influential now than when the warlord was awake. Dick spies the cloth he must have been wiped down with after the Alpha finally got his filll and concentrates on that while he works on the rope holding his wrists together. They are still behind his back, pushing into his spine but the Bat tugged them between the cushions, taking care that it wouldn't be too uncomfortable. It had been confusingly sweet while he was still in the throes of unwanted pleasure, now it is merely an inconvenience because it means he will have to unbury his hands before getting to escape.
Dick’s teeth itch to bite the Alpha into his stupidly exposed throat, but when he actually looks there, his nose prickles and all he can think about is how it would feel if he could tug his nose into the strong neck and breathe the Alpha in while scent marking him. Dick ignores those wants as much as possible. It is difficult to deny them with the Alpha still on top of him. His weight feels far less oppressive than it should. If he simply remained beneath the warlord and gave in, he knew he'd feel good.
Dick sees no light emerging beneath the tent flaps, and he hopes he can escape at night regardless of the bite now marring his skin. If he can just reach the circus — Dick does not think for a second, they have all been caught — it'll be fine. They'll take him back, no matter what happened. The only problem lies above him. Bruce Wayne will come after him regardless and find pleasure in the hunt.
Opening the ropes tying his legs takes him more time, and Dick freezes when Bruce moves, snuggling closer into him. It causes his heart rate to pick up, and his resolve to shake. Just feeling his naked body against his is driving Dick crazy.
Dick quietly and slowly wraps his legs around the strong waist, calming his breathing and biting his lip when a soft purr leaves the warlord. It sounds appreciative. Dick never understood why an Alpha's voice could influence an Omega so much, now he does.
He underestimates the strength he has left after everything he went through, can barely reverse their positions. The rope previously holding his wrists together wraps around the strong neck, but the warlord gets a hand between, eyes a cold silver in the dark. The rope snaps, is ripped out of Dick's hands, speed leaving a burnmark behind.
Dick pushes back onto his feet, barely evades getting grabbed, but his legs are too weak to carry him away as fast as he needs them to. A burly arm wraps around his waist, and he is thrown back onto the pillows. Dick flips, trying to crawl away just for his head to be pinned down, fingers digging into his skin. Dick screams when the Alpha's cock pushes into his still open pussy, teeth snapping at his neck. He bucks, only driving the cock deeper into him. It's overwhelming in the worst way possible.
"You're proofing yourself as capable as I hoped you would," the warlord speaks into the silence, and the words run down Dick’s spine in a shiver. He stays frozen.
Realizing he has been immobilized, the Bat reties his wrists for the umpteenth time, and Dick squeezes his eyes shut, thighs flexing as he is pulled up onto his knees. The big wet cock presses up against him from beneath, lips hugging him. His thighs are humiliatingly wet already and the big flushed tip Dick sees peaking out between them is almost fully engorged.
"I wouldn't still be here if I were as capable as you say." Dick is painfully aware that it’s the first word he has gotten out since they met. He needs to hear his own voice, to know he is still here and not the possession his captor wants him to be.
"Losing to me isn't a shameful thing."
There's a smile in the Bat's voice. Dick begs to disagree. He is sure many would. Vehemently.
"You're mine now, little bird," the warlord says, almost gently, pulling him even nearer by his waist. Dick swallows. The sight of a big Alpha cock peeking out between his thighs invokes all the want in him that he would rather not like to feel again. "Nothing is going to change that."
Dick bites his lip as his nipple is teased, but he can't hide the gush escaping him, sullying the cock pressed up against him.
"You've never been truly satisfied, have you? Never had an Alpha cock in you. I'll enjoy being your first," the Bat says, nipping at his ear and beginning to tease his little cock again as they sink down. Dick stays in his lap. The tip of the broad cock tickles against his straining smaller one, precum turning their skin sticky.
The warlord holds his thighs closed, fucking him like that, teasing both of his sexes with every thrust. It's a slow stimulation, entirely different from the fast thrusts of the day before. Dick still had some freedom to writhe beneath him while he was tied, now nothing he does gives him the stimulation he needs.
"Call me by my name, and I'll let you come, sweetheart," Bruce murmurs into his neck, and Dick just does. There’s no resistance just the name Bruce on his lips and a tightness in his chest.
“Good Omega”, Bruce praises, angling him differently, causing his cock to rub against the base of his little one. Dick's thighs shake, and he almost screams as hands grab the bottom of his thighs, fingers slipping into him only to hold him open while Bruce rubs his folds against his cock. Dick reaches his orgasm without true satisfaction.
Bruce pushes his shaking body back onto the pillows, holding his thighs together once more to fuck his cock through. Dick feels the knot at the back of them as Bruce spills his seed, keeping his legs pressed closed to let his body milk him.
"You're going to smell like me for the rest of your life," Bruce promises as he spreads the wetness, slick fingers running over Dick’s skin.
Bruce binds him to the big wooden pillar keeping up the roof of the tent. Pillows have been pushed beneath Dick's knees, and he takes the interior in while the Bat — the warlord, the Alpha — ties his hands. Bruce is all those things and yet his name comes so easily now as the right address.
Bruce draws up his chin, caressing his cheek and brushing over his lips. They are still a little tender from the day and night before. Dick hungers to suck them in, keep them deep in his throat.
"It's only natural to have those cravings, sweetheart."
“I didn’t,” Dick starts to say and stops at the knowing look. The heat has long since returned to his groin. It is obvious in his scent. His lips part as a strong hand brushes into his hair, pressing him up against the wooden pillar. His cheek is cupped, a thumb dips into his mouth, and Dick moans despite himself.
"Let the pleasure carry you. Don’t deny it while my claim takes."
Dick shakes his head lightly but there is no denying how much he enjoys Bruce holding him still like this while he drips hotly onto the pillows. Bruce keeps caressing him for a while, simply watching him and enjoying what his presence does to him no doubt.
"Do you want my cock, little bird?"
Dick's thighs spasm. He wants to touch himself, spread his lips for Bruce, and show off his little cock but he can’t, so Dick lets his tongue hang out. Bruce rumbles in approval, making a show of tugging himself out.
Bruce keeps him in place with a hand in his hair, slowly guiding his cock into his open mouth, barely letting him feel the weight and the shape of the engorged tip before the flesh slides down his throat. Everything falls away except for that feeling as he is held safely in his grasp. Dick has swallowed swords. It never felt as precarious as this.
“Look at you, my little bird. You take me so well,” Bruce purrs. Dick’s eyes flutter shut as Bruce slides out, letting him breathe while the heaviness stays on his tongue, filling his mouth with the Alpha's salty flavor. Bruce readjusts his grip, slowly pushing back in with a moan half turned growl as Dick adjusts to his girth.
"You feel so good around me," Bruce says, and Dick shakes as fingers brush over his bulged-out throat. "No other Alpha should have the pleasure of even seeing you like this."
The words are punctuated by the first thrust. Dick’s lips wrap around the root. It lets him feel where the knot begins, how it swells more and more. Dick can barely think straight because of the tip so deep inside him.
The Alpha purrs when tears trail down his cheeks. Dick feels a tickle, lips stretching around the knot as Bruce comes down his throat with his face pressed into his pelvis. Dick chokes around him, flinching when Bruce pulls him off simply to spill the rest over his face.
Bruce's breath stutters as he holds Dick back, but Dick can’t help licking at the tip, feeding on the cum. Bruce watches him, caressing through his sweaty hair, then wiping stray droplets into his mouth and lazily rubbing the stripes of cum into his skin as the proud cock grows flaccid once more. Bruce kneels down for him, kissing him, and Dick for the first time uncoordinatedly kisses back.
He feels dizzy as Bruce eases off his swollen lips, hands disappearing too.
"I don't want to let you out of my sight, but I need to make sure everything is in order. They haven’t seen me all day." A short kiss is pressed to his swollen lips. "I won't be gone for long, sweetheart."
Dick watches Bruce leave, almost unable to keep his whines in. He can't even close his legs; his ankles too have been tied to the pillar.
The tent flaps open, revealing the light of day and then hiding Bruce from view. The scent of a beta fills Dick's nose. He hears voices and the name Gordon. Then it grows silent.
Dick swallows his want, curling his fingers to tug at the bonds. His fingers have been tied individually, and as he leans against the wood, he feels like a marionette restricted by its player. He tries to keep calm, not feel the brunt of humiliation, but the cum drying on his skin makes him feel unbearably used. It's a marking, but he feels too revealed. With Bruce gone, it all comes crashing down on him. He's alone now, and he will never get to travel where he wants to again. He's a possession and it's a terrifying thought.
Bruce makes Dick unsure. He doesn't know how else to describe how he feels when the Alpha wakes him with heady kisses. His touch is too much and, at the same time, all Dick wants whenever it is gone.
The ropes come off one morning after Bruce has cleaned him up, and he's given the light blue fabric of clothing Dick noticed Bruce bring in the night before. It's a nice fabric, another conquest surely. Dick looks up at the warlord when a finger slides beneath his chin.
"What do you think?"
"It's soft…," Dick says truthfully and follows the instruction to wear the pants. He has not been clothed for days. It feels good to be freed of both physical restraints, and he has not worn such nice clothing since Haly’s main attraction ceased to exist.
Bruce guides him toward another section of the tent in which weapons and conquests are kept. The Bat regalia sits on an armor stand, imposing even without Bruce wearing it. Dick recognizes the impressive golden jewelry next to it as the collar it is, and Bruce lets go of his hand to take it off its holding.
Back turned to him, Dick thinks about running but by the time the thought is fully formed, Bruce is already looking at him again, placing the metal around his throat. It is a heavy collar that keeps his scent glands hidden but his throat exposed. The gold dips in a pointed shape down to the hollow of his throat to protect his sternum. Beneath it, the collars end in a pointed shape as well. His shoulders remain largely exposed, enabling his arms their full range of motion. The back has the same chevron shape, except his neck is fully covered. He has seen some Omega in the capital wear such elaborate designs.
"Do you like it?"
"Why would you leave my throat exposed?"
"Some of the skin I marked should be visible," Bruce says, brushing a finger along the edges of the almost healed bite mark, then wrapping his big hand around Dick's throat. Dick almost drops down in front of him. The whole covering of his throat urges him to submit. "I know no one else will be able to take you, little bird. I trust you will fight them as much as you did me."
Dick is still fighting as he is drawn onto Bruce's lap. Bruce has prepared more jewelry for him to wear and Dick can hardly say he is surprised.
An earring is held up to his face. The gold is thin, metallic wings dangling down. The skepticism in Bruce’s gaze lessens, and Bruce rearranges him, so he straddles the warlord's lap. Strands of hair are brushed behind his ear, finger caressing the sensitive skin.
"Have you ever gotten pierced?"
Dick shakes his head.
"It'll only hurt a bit."
Dick stays still as Bruce gently wipes his skin down with alcohol and then tugs out a thin and sharp needle from a set. Dick leans forward, instinctively holding onto him as Bruce sets the sharp metal against his ear. It burns a little but the pain is inconsequential.
Bruce kisses his skin as if he needs to be worshipped, at the same time offerings are hung on his person, and Dick feels so utterly owned.
The last item curls around his left wrist, and Dick blinks down at it with heat high in his cheeks only to recognize a familiar bracelet he thought lost. His dad and he scrabbed together every clump of gold they could get and then found a smith who would melt it into a bracelet for his mother as a birthday gift. Bruce's hand curls around it, covering the delicate bird engraved in gold.
"What does it mean?"
"My mother..." Dick trails off. Bruce must have known this belonged to him. He shouldn't tell him... but who else is there anymore who would listen? Dick misses talking, expressing himself in more than whimpers and gasps while the Alpha refuses to breed him and denies him the satisfaction he was promised. "She used to call me her little Robin."
"They were performers like you?" Bruce asks, finger tracing the bird.
"They taught me when I was young."
"They left?"
Dick swallows, voice cracking as he tries to speak, unsure how he should respond to the question in the first place. Bruce draws him in, strong arms curling around him, and Dick dares to press his face into the Alpha's throat, breathing him in.
"Tell me what happened."
Bruce's voice is deep, a quiet tension in it. There is no want in his scent, and Dick pretends just for a moment, that he can pour his soul out to the warlord; that it is them against the world.
The old beta whose scent Dick has been smelling on Bruce introduces himself as Alfred. His brown eyes hold a coldness Dick can barely stand. It is so different to the way Bruce looks at him and makes him yearn for the Alpha only more. Despite Dick's apprehensions, Alfred doesn't turn out to be unkind, merely professional as he helps Dick get ready for his first performance in the encampment.
Alfred is a welcome barrier between the world and Dick, as Dick sets foot outside Bruce's tent for the first time. The smells are all new, and he feels eyes linger on him as he is guided toward the gathering place.
The sun is giving everything a golden hue already and the fires have been lit. He'll perform for Bruce and his men before they will ride out to raid another village. That he might give them courage makes him sick.
Bruce sits at the end of the mess area in full regalia. Eerie bat on his head, leathery wings falling down his shoulders. The granite necklace keeps it around his neck while the Bat sits proudly over his chest. Dick walks forward even though he wishes to run as he remembers the last time he saw Bruce like this.
The drumbeats fill his head as he stands surrounded by Bruce’s men, only tables with food separating them from him. His eyes stick to the Alpha who claimed him as he falls into the practiced motions of a martial dance. Dick learned how to on his travels, and trying out new moves quickly grew into one of his favorite activities.
The freedom he usually feels does not come. A rage builds in his chest, the desire to tear him apart and wet his teeth with Bruce's blood.
Bruce only has eyes for him too, the grip around his beverage growing tighter with every beat. If Dick still had some throwing knives, he would pull them out now, and try to sink them into the Alpha's chest.
The sudden cheering pulls him out of his murderous thoughts, the genuine appreciation of his art a shock. It's only Bruce who looks at him with heated and dark eyes, beckoning him close.
Dick walks toward him reluctantly but with his head high and is unsurprisingly pulled down into Bruce's lap, where he feels his desire.
"Do you remember what I told you, Dick?"
It's the first time he has heard Bruce say his name and he can barely focus on the question because of it.
"You don't?" Bruce asks in a murmur as fingers twist into the blue fabric of his pants.
“I—” Any sound dies in Dick’s throat as the fabric rips. Dick's ears heat. He grasps for the low table behind him as if he has any chance of crawling away just as Bruce sinks two fingers at once into him.
"I wanted to take you then and there. Remember?"
Dick whimpers, trying to push away only for bruises to be dug into his hips as he is pulled down, slipping around him. Bruce fills him out perfectly. It's been torture waiting for this. Dick curls around him, and Bruce pins him down, keeping him on his cock as he addresses his army.
"Our final battle will commence tomorrow before we return to Gotham for the winter. Make it count. Don't leave anyone alive. What we need we shall have, then and now."
"What we need we shall have, then and now!" Bruce's men echo back.
"Enjoy the night that remains. You should not leave your partners unsatisfied."
A chuckle goes to the crowd, and Dick shivers, burying his face into the hairy chest. Bruce kisses his forehead, caressing his hair as he leans back in his seat.
"Do you want my knot, sweetheart?"
Dick wants nothing more, and he moans when Bruce rolls his hips. Dick gasps as he is raised, Bruce disposing him over the table only to sink into him again.
"Do you like that, little bird? Have you been waiting for this?"
Dick tries to shake his head but he can’t as Bruce starts thrusting into him, exposing his lies. Bruce lets him keep his hand in front of his face even as his body remains exposed, warming fire painting his skin. Bruce squeezes his asscheeks, digging his fingertips into the plump flesh. Dick moans, biting into his hand and screams as he is knotted, thickness finally, finally catching in him. He has never come so hard in his life. He has never been knotted like this before.
Bruce caresses his bulging belly, kissing him again. "Don’t worry, little bird. You're my Robin now. My beautiful Robin."
The sword cuts through the crisp morning air, the sharp blade shining in the sun. Every powerful but graceful move heats Dick’s muscles more. He was never one to lean into sword dance, but he remembers the few movements he learned, and Alfred is a good teacher of the art. No matter what Bruce wants him to be, his skills, he will not lose.
Dick is so caught in the flow, determined to hone his skills, he only realizes Bruce has returned as the dark spot in his periphery advances. The sword jabs past Bruce's neck, grazing him and drawing blood, but as always Bruce only has eyes for him. The sword slips out of Dick's hand as he is hoisted up, metal clattering as lips touch his. Bruce kisses him deeply, and Dick holds onto the strong shoulders as he is carried back into the warlord’s tent.
"I expected I would have to hunt you down," Bruce murmurs into his mouth, burying him into the pillows with his weight. There are cuts on him, bruises, and the dirt of the battlefield. Dick would like to come up with a witty remark but the want in Bruce's scent is heavy and thick, and Dick has been dreaming about his touch over the last days. He parts his legs for him, can’t stop his want from showing. He is not even trying and all that after taking Bruce's knot once. Bruce kisses him, every move as demanding and consuming as before, only this time his lack of a fight enables the warlord to take him fully.
Dick gasps as the large cock enters him without any foreplay, forcing him apart in the best and worst way possible. It's been days since that night, but Dick has been craving to have Bruce back inside him and those bruising fingers on his skin. Dick’s fingers dig into the strong upper arms as Bruce takes him roughly and Dick tastes the blood and sweat on his skin. It only makes him wetter, harder.
"Do you know where I was? What I have done for you?" Bruce's voice is rough, his hands a bruising force on his skin as he thrusts in and out of him, burying deeper, faster with every motion. Dick recognizes the sharp heat in his eyes, the relentless hunger, the anger. Bruce must have gotten into a frenzy from the mere thought that he would disappear. Dick has felt the heat inside his body too. It is amplified now that he lies beneath him.
Dick knows what Bruce is asking him. How could he not recognize the scent clinging to him?
"The countdom,” he gasps, hiking his legs up higher and squeezing. “The countdom of Zucco."
Bruce hisses out a yes , ramming into him to catch and reopen the scars on his neck with a no-less savage bite than the first.
Dick arches sharply beneath him, then grows pliant as the cum fills him wonderfully. Being knotted was a surprise that night, now that Dick has gotten a taste of it, he cannot get enough of his Alpha's thick seed. He wants to be bred.
Bruce laps at his blood, smearing it across his neck. His purring travels through Dick's body, completely binding them. Causing Dick to come around him as Bruce lays a heavy hand onto his filled belly, blood-slick tongue teasing his nipples, and Dick’s nose twitches as he finally realizes what the smell that has been lingering in his nose is.
His Alpha moans as he tastes the first of his milk, only burying himself deeper into him, and Dick tightens around him, fully accepting his seed.