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Batman and his ilk were notoriously, fastidiously, pathologically private people.
It was a well known fact, practically a law of the universe.
Which was why Conner was having an incredibly difficult time with the request being made of him.
"Sorry, you want me to what?" Conner's disbelief was potent enough to overrule his well-learned fear of Batman almost entirely.
"Red Robin is in a compromised state." Batman's tone was as stony as ever, his form looming and intimidating as he spoke to Conner. "He has . . . made it clear to me that you are his . . . preferred avenue of rectifying the situation."
"That is incredibly light on detail, which, in my experience, is not your style, so I think you'll need to explain it better than that." Conner had always been reckless, to an extent, but his shock was outpacing his caution and he spoke far more freely than he usually would have. "You said Poison Ivy was involved?"
Batman's jaw flexed and Conner briefly feared for his life before Batman turned away with a flap of his cape. The man moved towards the large viewing bay set into the wall of the private briefing room they'd sequestered into, presumably staring out at the expanse of space on the other side.
"Poison Ivy has managed to dose Red Robin with a composition of her pollen which we have never encountered previously. The compound was delivered intravenously, so we are unable to synthesize an antidote at this time." Batman's voice was somehow more growly than usual. "The effect of the pollen is aphrodisiac in nature. Meaning Red Robin has found himself in a position of requiring a certain sort of treatment, which none in my . . . family are able to provide."
Batman turned to look at Conner again.
"You and yours have proved to be trustworthy allies and Red Robin has indicated he wants you, Supernova, to assist him." There was a sour twist to Batman's mouth. "If you should choose to agree to assist him, Red Robin's identity will be preserved. However, there are certain secrets which you will become privy to that I'm sure I do not need to tell you will remain secrets on pain of death."
There were several things Conner could focus on in the information Batman provided, but the thought that took precedence went something along the lines of; Red Robin wants me to fuck him silly!?
Conner's heart rate ticked up in speed at the thought. He'd had a crush on the too-clever third iteration of Robin for longer than he'd ever admit (seven years, since the very first time they'd met at fifteen). That Red Robin trusted him enough to ask him to help handle the effects of Ivy's pollen was a headrush unlike any other.
(Even if it wasn't a relationship past friends with benefits, if it meant Conner at least got to have one night, maybe even just one moment of intimacy with the person he admired more than almost anyone else, he would be more than satisfied with it.)
Next, Conner processed two connected facts.
One; the Gotham vigilantes were actually a family.
Two; Batman, the Batman, who was famous worldwide for his refusal to end a life, would kill for their sake.
Everything about this conversation, this encounter, would probably be at pretty much the very bottom of the list of things Conner had expected when he'd received an emergency summons from Batman to meet at the Watchtower, but he'd long since learned how to roll with the punches.
"Do you have an estimate for how long I'd be required?" Conner did his best to meet Batman's gaze without flinching. "Or what would happen if . . . if I didn't agree?"
"No." Batman sounded as uncomfortable as he always did when admitting he didn't have information. "This is the first instance of Ivy ever using this sort of pollen. We have no data to go off of, but the current strain on Red Robin's body suggests it may lead to . . . death, if left untreated."
"Where would I . . . Where would the treatment take place?" Conner winced on the word, but figured Batman wouldn't crucify him for reusing his own words.
Batman stared at Conner for a long minute, jaw tensing and relaxing rhythmically. "A safehouse in Gotham."
Conner nodded, he'd figured as much, and considered how to word his next sentence. "If I am to agree, I need to know that Red Robin is fully in his right mind and able to give his consent and mean it."
He set his jaw, meeting Batman's gaze with as much steel as he could manage to muster. "I won't do anything he can't or doesn't agree to."
Red Robin was Conner's friend first and foremost. Even if Conner had a crush on him, he wouldn't betray their friendship by taking advantage of him, no matter the situation.
Batman's lips parted slightly, as if in surprise, before he schooled his expression. "I have determined Red Robin to be in full control of his faculties and more than capable of making his true wishes known. I would not be here otherwise."
Conner nodded and actually thought about what was being asked of him.
Red Robin, Conner's Red Robin, needed someone to help him with Ivy pollen and he'd asked for Conner. Batman, who was, presumably, Red Robin's father, was conveying that wish to Conner while looking like he'd really rather be anywhere else. Conner would not be learning Red's identity, nor any of the identities of Gotham's protectors, but he would be learning secrets about them.
So, for an unknown amount of time, in a rather unknown place, Conner would be expected to sleep with his best friend to potentially save his life.
Well . . . it could have been a worse situation, he supposed.
"I'm willing to help." Conner decided.
Batman nodded once, firm and reached for something at his belt. "We will take the Zeta to Gotham. You will wear this for the duration of your time spent with us."
Batman held out a thin metal bracelet.
"What is it?" Conner took with with minor trepidation.
"Steel infused with kryptonite particles." Batman answered. "Not enough to do harm, but enough to suppress your abilities for the sake of confidentiality."
Conner considered the weight of the bracelet in his hand for a moment before he slid it onto his wrist, twisting his lips up into a wry smile. "Makes sense, for you."
Batman was entirely unamused and he turned to lead the way out of the briefing room. Conner shoved his hands into the pockets of his leather jacket, a wash of severe nervousness suddenly taking him as he followed Batman towards the Zetas.
It was late, graveyard shift hours, so there was probably three or fewer other people on the Watchtower with Conner and Batman.
Conner flexed his his hands in his pockets, already feeling the effects of the kryptonite bracelet. It wasn't painful or uncomfortable, but it was . . . different. He couldn't hear as far as usual or smell the chemical stench of the cleaning products that were used on the Watchtower, and he could just sense that he wouldn't be able to fly if he tried.
Batman glanced over his shoulder at Conner. "Comfortable?"
"Weird." Conner grimaced a bit. "Not bad, but . . . odd."
"Your father said the same thing when I tested it on him." Batman turned his gaze forward again.
"I wouldn't call Clark my father as much as I would refer to him as a genetic donor." Conner grimaced as they arrived at the Zeta area. "If I had to call him anything, I'd call him an uncle or a cousin."
"That seems . . . petty." Batman activated the Zeta control panel.
"Well, he could use some critics." Conner pointedly didn't look at where Batman was punching in a code, instead focusing on the quarter profile of Batman's face. "I thought you, of all people, would be of the same opinion."
A twitch at the corner of Batman's mouth, practically uproarious laughter for the stone-faced man, betrayed that he might actually have found Conner funny. "He's humble enough, if a bit self-righteous at times."
The sound of the Zeta starting to warm up filled the space and Batman turned to face Conner again.
"Still, adversity builds character." Conner sucked a breath in through his teeth, focusing on trashing Clark rather than the pressure of having Batman's full attention on him. "He could stand to have some character outside of being insufferably perfect."
Batman huffed a breath through his nose and Conner was pretty sure he was in some kind of magic trance or purgatory, because there was no way Conner had been able to make Batman laugh by making fun of his best friend. "Be that as it may, our time to go has arrived."
Batman gestured to the Zeta tubes. Conner just about swallowed his tongue, heart jumping almost to his throat.
"You first." Batman directed, voice oddly light.
Conner got the sense that he was being sent into a den of wolves.
There was something about the way Batman had a . . . a quiet air of delight any time he sent unprepared people to face his ilk, which had Conner nervous.
He set his jaw and nodded, stepping into the Zeta.
With the effect of the kryptonite bracelet the Zeta was more disorienting than usual and Conner had to fight down a wave of nausea as he stepped out of the Zeta tube into the Batcave.
The Batcave was infamous in hero communities.
Very few outsiders were ever brought to the Batcave, even fewer than were allowed in Gotham for universal threats. Conner could count on two fingers how many people he knew who'd been to the Batcave; Superman and Wonder Woman. That Conner was being brought into the Batcave was insane without even considering why he was there.
He tried not to gawk at his surroundings as he stepped far enough away from the Zeta tube for Batman to safely come through.
That became very easy when he spotted the vigilantes assembled.
Nightwing, Black Bat, Robin, Spoiler, Signal, and Red Hood were gathered, waiting for Conner. Their attention snapped to him the moment he was in view, and Conner's stomach twisted in fear as he felt pinned like a bug to a board under their gazes.
Even the sound of Batman coming out of the Zeta behind him wasn't enough to make Conner shift his gaze from the vigilantes.
"So." Spoiler had her arms crossed as she stared unblinkingly at Conner. "He's at least brave enough to show up."
"It would be beyond shameful if he was not." Robin sneered, tapping his sword against his shoulder. "Red Robin certainly knows better than to select a coward as his paramour."
"I wouldn't call them paramours." Nightwing's voice was as light as ever, but his grin was too sharp to be friendly. "More like Supernova is his inamorato."
"His booty call, you mean." Signal was twirling a short club similar to Nightwing's usual weapons in one of his hands.
"'Friend' is the word I'd use." Conner kept his shoulders squared and chin high, not willing to show weakness. "Best friend if you're feeling especially charitable."
Spoiler shifted, stalking closer to him. "That's a bit presumptuous. You don't even know his name."
"It's called respecting boundaries." Conner tracked Batman as he passed him towards the other vigilantes. "I know it's something of a foreign concept to y'all, but it's a courtesy generally afforded by sensible people to those around them."
"It's a good way to get killed." Robin lowered his sword to his side.
"Well, I'm not dead yet, so I'd have to disagree." Conner fisted his hands in his jacket pockets.
"We can change that." Signal gripped his weapon firmly, tapping it against his thigh.
"That is enough." Batman moved past the eldest of his brood. "Treating Red Robin is the priority, you may pass your judgment when his life is out of danger."
"And judge we shall." Spoiler turned her back on Conner, going back to punch Red Hood firmly on the shoulder. "Won't we, big Red?"
"With extreme disregard for Red Robin's sensibilities." Hood's voice was somehow scarier than Batman's.
"Signal will distort your vision." Batman looked back at Conner. "Then he and I will escort you to Red Robin's location."
Conner nodded firmly. "Distort away."
Signal's face twisted, obviously displeased, but he stowed his club on his belt and walked right up to Conner, standing almost nose to nose with him.
"As a rule, we avoid killing." Signal told him lowly. "However, Red Robin is an incredibly sensitive spot for us. If you give me any reason, Red Hood will no longer be the only murderer in the family."
"That's been made very clear to me." Conner didn't blink in the face of the threat.
"Good." Signal said and then the world rippled around Conner.
He knew it was Signal's ability taking action, so he didn't freak out, but if he hadn't been prepared for it, he would have probably fallen flat on his ass.
"That is . . . disconcerting." Conner blinked, but the effect didn't fade.
The only things he could see clearly were the vigilantes staring him down.
"Let's move." Batman ordered.
Conner waited for Signal to step out of the way so he could follow Batman's lead through his newly smeared reality. It only took a moment before the vigilante cleared the way and Conner walked with cautious steps after Batman.
The man cleared a path through the distorted kaleidoscope of the world for Conner to follow, and he didn't dare deviate from it for fear of stepping into something that could kill him in his weakened state. Signal followed at Conner's shoulder as Batman led them to a set of stairs.
Conner did his best to keep his breathing even as he took the stairs, a feeling of anticipation building behind his breastbone made it somewhat difficult. After the first set of stairs, there was a short hallway and then more stairs and then a longer hallway.
Batman stopped outside of a solid wooden door in the final hallway.
It was the only feature in the world around Conner that was clear and he knew that it was his destination.
Batman leveled Conner with an steady look. "If there is anything that occurs which makes it so either of you require assistance, knock on the door. We will respond within ten minutes and provide what aid you find you may need."
Conner nodded.
"You have every right to leave at any point if you change your mind." Batman's voice softened slightly. "Do not feel like you are obligated to stay here if you do not want to be here. Your consent matters as much as his does. Do you understand?"
"Yes." Conner was almost surprised at the concern.
Batman studied Conner for a long moment before he turned to the door, rapping a knuckle against it's surface. "Red Robin, Supernova is here."
It took a little over a minute for the door to open.
Red Robin stood on the other side in a loose t-shirt and sweatpants, domino mask firmly in place. There was a flush high on his cheekbones and his usually purposely messy hair appeared truly disheveled, Conner thought he'd never looked prettier.
"Hey." Red's voice was slightly breathy, but otherwise even.
"Hi." Conner couldn't help a smile. "Heard you need a hand."
"That's one word for it." Red grinned in response, voice thick with humor, then he turned to Batman. "We're good, you can head down."
Batman didn't immediately move, studying Red with an unchanging expression.
"Go, B." Red insisted. "This is already mortifying enough, I don't need you guys up here for this."
Batman nodded slowly and turned. "Signal, let's go."
Red nodded Conner into his room as the other pair started back down the hall. The door closed with a quiet click behind him and Conner just about panicked at how close everything seemed.
Not that the room was small, in fact, it was incredibly sizeable. The bed was king sized, or maybe larger, and it seemed small in the space. It was an undeniably luxurious room with thick carpets and high ceilings and it made sense for everything Conner knew about Red Robin.
"So." Conner cleared his throat. "Ivy."
"Ivy." Red grimaced as he agreed.
"How'd she get you?" Conner watched Red as he moved over to the bed (the bed) to sit.
"Dart gun." Red answered, leaning back against the mussed sheets. "She doesn't usually use manmade items, so she caught me off guard."
"You? Off-guard? I don't believe it." Conner drifted closer to the bed.
"I am still human, you know." Red tilted his head back to look up at Conner. "I can be surprised."
"It's a compliment that I think you can't." Conner told him. "You're so good it just seems like an impossibility."
"You don't have to flatter me to get in my pants." Red huffed. "I'm pretty sure you know that that's the whole reason you're here."
"I'm not saying anything I don't mean." Conner ran a hand through his hair. "I'm just. . . anxious, I suppose. You're hot shit, Red."
"I just said flattery is unnecessary." Red huffed a laugh as his cheeks burned pink. "But . . . you aren't too bad yourself."
"I'd hope you thought I was alright, considering why you asked for me." Conner wanted to touch, to reach out and feel the heat of Red's blush against his palm. "Even if I'm just here cause we're friends, it'd be nice to know you at least enjoy looking at me while I'm here to help."
"Stop fishing for compliments, I know you already know you're hot." Red rolled his eyes, or moved his head like he was, it was impossible to tell with the lenses of his mask what exactly his eyes were doing. "So . . . as much as I literally feel like I'm about to die of horny, there's something you need to know before we do anything."
"Okay." Conner nodded slowly.
Red heaved in a deep breath and sat up to strip off his shirt. "I'm trans."
Conner's eyes fell to a pair of scars low on Red's chest.
As many scars as Red had, the surgery scars stood out the most to Conner. They were clean, old, and long-healed, intentional in their location, unlike the smattering of scars over the rest of his torso. Conner's stomach fluttered as he realized it was the first time he'd seen Red shirtless.
He couldn't help stepping a bit closer, eyes fixed on his friend's body.
"Would you say something, please?" Red sounded nervous.
"Like what?" Conner murmured. "It doesn't change anything. You're still you, we've still been friends for years, you're still hot. Not much else to say."
"You're not surprised? Not upset that I've lied to you?" Red leaned back a bit as Conner stepped between his knees.
"I don't know if you know this, but you lie a lot, I've gotten used to it. This isn't a lie anyhow, you're exactly who you are, no matter how you came to be that way." Conner resisted the urge to push Red down and trace all of his scars with his tongue. "There's very little you could tell me about yourself that I'd be surprised about, since I barely know anything anyway. Can I touch you?"
Red's lips parted in surprise, a lot like Batman's had earlier, and Conner relished in the idea that he could surprise at least two of Batman's faction.
"Can I?" Conner pressed, enthralled by the bob of Red's Adam's apple as he swallowed.
"Yes." Red nodded jerkily. "Please."
Conner telegraphed every move as he reached out to trace one hand up Red's chest and cradle his jaw with the other.
"Can I kiss you?" Conner stroked his thumb back and forth over Red's cheek, enjoying the hitch in his breath and heat of the blush under Conner's touch.
"Yes." Red breathed out.
Conner leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss to Red's mouth, letting his eyes fall closed to focus on the sensation of the kiss.
It was . . . euphoric.
Conner had dreamed about kissing Red, about having the other man under his hands and being allowed to hold and enjoy the feeling of Red's responses under his touch.
The kiss turned deeper quickly, Red parting his lips to let Conner swipe his tongue into his mouth. Conner pressed against Red's chest with his hand, urging him to move further onto the bed. Red went easily, scooting back enough to give Conner space to climb up after him, mouths still sliding together.
Conner knelt over him, sliding his hands over his neck and chest and waist, registering his body temperature was far higher than natural.
He pulled back, huffing a laugh at the keening sound Red made as they parted.
"It's alright baby, I'm just taking my jacket off." Conner told him as he started peeling the leather off.
"Fuck." Red panted, lifting his hands to help push the jacket down Conner's shoulders. "Conner, I need you to fuck me."
"We'll get there, sweetheart." Conner tossed his jacket somewhere behind him and leaned down to mouth along the line of Red's throat. "Just gotta make sure you're warmed up first."
"Conner, I have been masturbating for the last two hours, I am more than ready to actually get this taken care of." He moved his hands down to shove at the waistband of his sweats. "We can do whatever foreplay you want next time, I need you in me now."
Conner's entire body went hot at the words and he bit down at the junction of Red's shoulder and neck. "Condoms?"
"Unnecessary." Red lifted his hips enough to get his sweatpants down far enough to kick them away. "I've taken measures to ensure pregnancy isn't a concern and I know we're both clean."
"That's such an invasion of privacy." Conner lifted his head to bite at Red's jaw, dragging his nails over Red's ribs as he heaved for breath.
"We can talk about that after you fuck me stupid." Red lifted his arms to pull at the collar of Conner's suit. "Get this stupid thing off."
"As I recall, you're the one who designed this thing." Conner sat up, pulling away from Red's grasp to start stripping out of the suit. "If it's stupid, it's your fault."
"It's stupid because you're still wearing it." Red snapped, laying flat on the bed as Conner started pulling his arms free of the sleeves.
Red was a vision, all lean muscle and scars and heaving chest, legs spreading as much as possible between Conner's knees. He was clawing at the sheets underneath them, frustration obvious.
"I'm working on it." Conner had to stand off the bed to kick off his boots so he could get the suit the rest of the way off.
"Come here." Red reached out for Conner as soon as he got the suit fully removed from his body.
Conner crawled over him, realizing for the first time how hard he'd gotten just from kissing Red. Red drew Conner into another kiss as soon as he was able, sliding one hand into Conner's hair to drag him down against his mouth.
A moan ripped out of Conner as Red got his other hand on Conner's cock and his hips rocked uncontrollably into Red's hand.
Red laughed against Conner's mouth. "Eager."
"Have you seen yourself, Red?" Conner pulled far enough away to look into the lenses of the domino. "You're gorgeous. I'd be insulted on your behalf if anyone you propositioned dared not be eager."
"Again, with the flattery." Red tugged impatiently at Conner's hair. "You've already got my pants off, now do something about it."
"Yes, sir." Conner pressed a lingering kiss to his mouth before he moved down to hook Red's knees over his shoulders.
"Oh god." Red laid an arm over his face as Conner focused on the space between his legs.
Red's pussy was beautiful, flushed pink and dripping wet, hair trimmed neatly and framing Conner's goal in a way that was almost aesthetic.
"Jesus, Red." Conner pressed a kiss against his right thigh. "Every part of you is just perfect."
"Shut up." Red sounded punched out and dazed. "You're awful, shut up."
"Alright." Conner lowered his head and latched his mouth around Red's clit.
Red wailed as Conner tongued at the sensitive flesh, hands dropping to Conner's hair and twisting. Conner moved his hand up to slide two fingers through the mess of slick just below his chin and Red's legs clamped down against Conner's ears.
"Fuck, Conner!" Red's back bowed, arching into Conner's mouth as he pressed a finger into his hole.
Conner scraped his teeth over the bud in his mouth, reveling in the choked noise that broke out of Red's chest. The heat of Red's body as he convulsed around Conner's finger had Conner groaning.
"Conner, I'm-." Red choked and wailed again as Conner curled his finger, hands pulling almost painfully at Conner's hair.
Red was cumming, Conner realized and he pressed another finger inside to curl against the wetness.
He kept curling his fingers through Red's trembling, minute-long orgasm, tonguing his clit the whole way.
"S-Stop-." Red's voice broke on the word, entire body gone slack. "Conner-."
Conner leaned back, releasing his clit and letting his fingers slip from the clutch of Red's body. His breaths came fast as he looked up Red's body, taking in the sight of his best friend post-orgasm.
He was panting, open-mouthed and heavy, head tilted back so he was facing the ceiling. There was a beautiful flush all the way down Red's chest, making his silvery scars stand out starkly.
Conner had never seen anything more gorgeous.
He was so gone on this man and he hadn't even realized it until the moment he could touch.
"You okay, baby?" Conner pressed an open-mouthed kiss against Red's thigh, resolving to cherish every moment he had with him.
"You're gonna kill me." Red groaned, hands coming back to life in Conner's hair to tug petulantly. "You were supposed to keep me alive, not murder me with sex."
"That good?" Conner nipped at the thin skin under his lips.
"I am not going to stroke your ego right now." Red's thigh muscle twitched furiously under Conner's ministrations. "And do not make that into a sex joke."
"You told me to fuck you stupid, I'm just following orders, Red." Conner darted forward to press a small kiss to his clit. "You can't fault me for that."
"Fuck you, fuck you, fuck you." Red's legs twitched on Conner's shoulders, nearly closing on his head again. "Fuck you, Conner, you asshole."
"I'm not opposed to pegging, however, I'm not certain that it'll help you right now." Conner grinned cheekily as Red glared down at him. "Come on, sweetheart, I'm doing my duty to Gotham."
"You don't have a duty to Gotham." Red tugged sharply at Conner's hair. "Asshole."
"I don't understand why you're upset." Conner shrugged Red's legs from his shoulders and crawled up to lay over him.
Red's arms ended up around Conner's shoulders and his legs were hooked around his waist as Conner pressed a kiss to his chin.
"You weren't supposed to be good at this." Red grumbled, head tilted in a way that made Conner think he was looking past his face at the ceiling.
"You're mad because I'm good at eating pussy?" Conner couldn't help feeling fond even as he was confused. "That seems counterintuitive and I think I'm insulted you thought I'd be bad at sex."
"I didn't think you'd be bad at sex, I wanted you to be average at sex." Red carded his fingers through the hair at the back of Conner's head, still avoiding looking at him directly.
"Why is that?" Conner decided that putting a hickey in the hollow of Red's throat was an excellent idea and got to work.
"You were supposed to be average so I could deal with this damned pollen and . . . and then get over you." Red sighed. "But no, you're good at kissing and oral and you're impossibly sweet and this is quite possibly the worst day of my life."
"That's a little dramatic." Conner murmured against his skin, heart singing. "Also, you forgot to mention how incredibly hot I am."
"Conner." Red pulled him up by his hair to look at his face, lenses on his domino wide. "I'm pouring out my heart to you here, man."
He was so cute, face burning red under his domino, lips pressed into a pout, hair haloing his head like spilled ink.
"Mhm." Conner kissed him, mumbling his next words into his mouth. "Keep going."
"Conner." Red, honest to god, whined. "This is a stunning display of emotional vulnerability, you can't just keep kissing me."
"Why not?" Conner trailed his lips over Red's cheek and down to his jaw.
"Because I have feelings for you and you don't-." Red sounded so upset, potentially on the verge of tears.
Conner couldn't allow that.
"Red, sweetheart, I don't know if you'd noticed, but I am extremely attracted to you." Conner ground his hips down, smearing precum over both their stomachs and making Red gasp prettily. "So there's no need for anyone to get over anyone and I can guarantee you a repeat performance of my oral skills as many times as you want, whenever you want."
"You like me?" Red sounded dumbfounded.
"Mhm." Conner pressed a kiss to the tip of his nose just to see the blush reach Red's ears. "I have for a long time."
"I- That's impossible, I would have noticed." Red's forehead creased adorably as he frowned.
"I flirt with you all the time, darling." Conner kept his hips moving in a slow, dirty grind, enjoying the sensation of Red's abdominal muscles twitching against his sorely neglected dick.
"You flirt with everyone." Red scraped his nails over Conner's shoulders, sending a shiver rolling down his spine.
"I only mean it with you." Conner kissed him again, short and sweet. "Couldn't you tell?"
"God, you're going to ruin me." Red groaned, hands shaking where they clutched at Conner's arms.
"It's only fair, baby, 'cause I'm yours all the way." Conner leaned down and scraped his teeth over the rapidly blooming hickey he'd made.
"Conner, as much I am enjoying having a conversation about emotions without a truly horrifying amount of obfuscation to work through, I need to cum again, and I want it to happen while I'm on your dick." Conner shuddered at the mere idea of feeling Red fall apart on his cock. "So, let's save the 'what are we?' conversation for later and skip to the part where you fuck me stupid, yeah?"
"No argument here." Conner groaned against Red's throat as the other snaked a hand between them to paw at Conner's cock. "You okay in this position?"
"If you move more than is absolutely necessary to get your dick inside me, I will cut it off." Red snarled like an animal. "Put it in me, Conner, now."
Who was Conner to refuse the demands of one of Gotham's fiercest protectors?
He shifted back, getting upright and hiking one of Red's legs up so he could get lined up properly and pressed the head of his cock against Red's dripping hole.
"Ready, doll?" Conner stared appreciatively down at the lithe, flushed body of the person he loved most.
"Conner, I swear to god-." Red screamed when Conner pushed in to the root and pinched his clit between his thumb and forefinger. "You fucker, you motherfucker!"
Red shook and Conner nearly lost it as the vigilante tossed his head back against the bed and soaked Conner's cock with his spend. It took all of Conner's willpower not to cum in harmony with Red, hands curled as tight as he dared around Red's waist, hunched over him and panting roughly.
The orgasm lasted as long as the first, if not longer, and Red was a dazed mess in the aftermath. Heaving for breath, legs twitching rapidly against Conner's hips, staring blankly up at the ceiling, Red looked a treat. It was focusing on that blessing of a sight which kept Conner sane enough not to cum immediately.
"How was that, honey?" He leaned down, pressing open-mouthed kisses to Red's breastbone. "Feel good?"
"Conner . . . if I had . . . if I had control of my limbs right now, you'd be dead." Red slurred out. "I'd kill you for doing that to me."
"I did what you asked, sweetheart." Conner slid his hands up Red's ribs. "I made you cum on my dick."
"In the barest sense of the concept." Red glared as much as he could through the domino at Conner.
"I'll have to try again, then, now won't I?" Conner pressed his lips firmly against Red's and started rocking his hips smoothly back and forth.
Red moaned into Conner's mouth, fingers digging into Conner's biceps as he began a steady slow rhythm.
"I'm fucking sensitive, you ass." Red bit out as Conner kissed his way down his neck.
"Want me to stop, baby?" Conner wasn't sure he could if he wanted to, the molten pleasure pooling in his gut almost too much for Conner to bear.
"Hell no." Red panted.
Conner huffed a laugh against his throat and kept his pace.
Red was hot inside, slick and tight and perfect. It was pleasure unlike any Conner had ever felt before and it was like he was drowning in it. Everything except for the heaving of Red's chest, the cling of his body, the music of his moans, disappeared into the haze of pleasure.
Batman himself could have stormed into the room and Conner would have been entirely too caught up in Red's everything to do anything about it.
"Conner." Red dragged Conner's head up to meet his eyes. "Harder."
"Fuck." Conner pulled back to hook Red's knees over his elbows and bent him nearly in half to start fucking harder as he slid their mouths together again.
Red keened against Conner's lips, arms wound tight around Conner's shoulders. His voice broke over uncontrollable moans, barely audible over the obscene sound of their skin slapping together.
"Conner, Conner, Conner, Conner, Conner." Red chanted against Conner's lips.
"Tell me what you need, sweetheart." Conner raked his nails down Red's sides.
"Make me cum, make me cum, make me cum." Red wailed. "Please, Conner!"
"Alright, okay, baby." Conner dropped one of Red's knees. "Hold on, sweetheart."
Conner fucked into him with longer, heavier strokes, taking the few extra seconds to pull nearly all the way out of Red before he plunged back in to the root. Conner moved down, biting at Red's shoulders and neck as he ignored the burn in his thighs.
"Conner, Conner I'm going to-." Red choked as Conner kept pace. "With me, please, Conner, at the same time-."
"I'm with you, sweetheart, I'm with you." Conner could feel his orgasm drawing nearer, bearing down on him like an inevitability.
Red threw his head back and screamed as he came and Conner was right there with him, lasting just a few more strokes before he buried himself deep and stayed there. Conner nearly blacked out as Red milked him for all he was worth, body squeezing rhythmically as his orgasm went on and on and on.
"Good enough, this time?" Conner kissed at Red's lips, nipping gently at the thin skin and licking over it to soothe him.
"I . . . hate you . . . Conner Kent." Red let his arms fall limp to the bed.
"Mm, you just said you liked me earlier." Conner started to ease back.
Red locked his ankles around Conner's waist. "Stay, feels nice."
"Thought you hated me, now." Conner teased, rolling his hips despite the shock of overstimulation it brought.
Red jolted like he'd been electrocuted. "Stop that. Vaginas may be able to handle stimulation better than penises, but you've just fucked me through one orgasm and into another, so I am not ready to go again."
"Guess I haven't quite fulfilled my purpose here." Conner nosed along Red's collarbone. "If you're able to talk all scientific about sex, I haven't fucked you stupid, like you want."
"You'll have your chance." Red sighed. "I'm pretty sure this version Ivy's pollen is heavy duty, long-lasting and potent."
"What makes you say that?" Conner breathed in Red's scent and pressed his eyes closed, enjoying the moment.
"The sensitivity is wearing off." Red shifted his hips.
"Already?" Conner hissed, still too sensitive to handle stimulation.
"Ivy is fucking awful." Red rolled his hips against Conner.
"Sweetheart, if I was at full strength, I'd be able to go again, but I am not and I am far too sensitive to fuck you again yet." Conner tapped at Red's thigh until he unlocked his ankles and let Conner pull out. "It's picking up, huh? You had more time between the rounds earlier."
"I was exercising an incredible amount of self-control earlier." Red propped himself up on his elbows. "Didn't want to freak you out."
Conner's eyes fell to where his cum had started to leak from Red's hole. "I am far from freaked and I think it's time for the first of my repeat performances."
"What-?" Red began, but cut off with a moan as Conner fell to seal his mouth around his hole. "Fuck, fuck!"
Conner took his time, savoring the taste of Red's body and his own cum as he licked into Red's warmth. He slid one of Red's legs over his shoulder and pushed his face as deep into Red's pussy as he could, his nose nudging the underside of his clit as he went to work.
Red moaned loud and Conner had to wonder if the room was soundproofed enough to contain the noise.
(If Batman heard what Conner was doing to Red, he wasn't sure that he'd survive to see the end of next week, even if it was the whole reason Conner was . . . wherever they were in the first place.)
Conner got lost in the rhythm of it, in the music of Red's body as he made it sing with careful ministrations. Even as his jaw ached and his lungs burned, Conner kept his pace, his purpose, kept devouring everything Red gave him.
Red's body going taut as a wire came as a surprise to Conner when it happened. He'd been buried between Red's thighs for so long it felt like nothing else in the world existed and he'd forgotten his goal was Red's orgasm.
Conner was slow to react as Red soaked his face, still focused on getting his tongue deeper into Red's body. It was the sound Red made that dragged Conner back to reality, punched out and heavy and breathless, it was gorgeous.
Conner rose slowly from between Red's thighs, floating up his body to seal his mouth over Red's again.
It wasn't a proper kiss, just the pair panting heavily into each other's mouths as Red came down.
"Still wish I was average at eating pussy?" Conner grinned lazily down at Red.
"Shut up." Red lifted shaky arms to curl them around Conner's head. "Where the hell did you learn to do that?"
"I'm a big fan of taking care of people." Conner kissed him deep and slow. "Which I carry into my relationships, so I took the time to practice on whoever I ended up in bed with throughout the years."
"I'm gonna need names when this is over, so I can send them all 'thank you' cards." Red curled his fingers through Conner's hair.
"That good?" Conner hummed.
"I'm not going to inflate your ego for you, I know you already know you're good." Red bit Conner's jaw sharply. "You have more than enough empirical evidence of that at your disposal to prove it's true. Could write a paper about it that would be eligible for peer review, even."
"You are such a nerd." Conner sounded painfully fond, even to himself.
"You like it." Red yawned and Conner's heart just about burst in his chest for the wave of adoration that took him.
"Tired, honey?" Conner pressed his nose against Red's throat.
"Mm." Red hummed in agreement. "But . . . I need you to fuck me again, first."
"What a way with words, you have." Conner smiled against his skin.
"How about this?" Red lifted Conner's head to look him in the eyes. "I want to ride you until we both cum and then pass out on top of you for the next six to eight hours."
Conner's mouth went dry. "Yes. I like that idea, yes."
"I thought you might." Red grinned, all mischief, before he flipped them over and straddled Conner's hips. "You ready to go yet?"
"If I'm not, it certainly won't take long. Not with this kind of view." Conner really liked the sight of Red on top of him.
Seeing Red's thighs spread wide over Conner's hips, soft, pink skin achingly close to Conner's cock, hands on his knees as he sat back and watched Conner with hunger in his expression was something Conner was going to get addicted to quick.
Pale, pale skin flushed pretty, pretty pink down to his nipples, jagged, twisted, rippling scars stretched over lean, powerful muscle, hair brushing over his shoulders, Red was the very picture of a wet dream. Conner's gaze was fixed, unerringly on Red's body as Red stared him down and leaned forward, hands sliding up Conner's abdomen.
The touch sent shivers down Conner's spine and his hips twitched up, towards Red's pussy.
"Behave, Conner." Red's grin was knife-sharp as he leaned over him. "We'll get there. On my time."
"Baby, I'll do anything on your time, but you gotta know I'm barely holding on, here." Conner put his hands on Red's knees, digging his nails into his skin. "You're hot, honey, and I'm just a man, I can only take so much."
Red's nails bit into the skin over Conner's ribs. "Not just a man, you're Supernova. Superman's kid."
"Doll, I am absolutely not interested in talking about anything except for what you're going to do to me in the next five minutes." Conner hissed as Red scraped a nail over one of his nipples. "Especially not Clark."
"You want to know what I'm going to do?" Red lowered his hips enough to slide his slick skin over Conner's cock. "I'm going to tease you until you beg, soak you and make you so desperate you can't think."
Conner groaned, already halfway to delirium.
"Then I'm going to put you in me and ride your cock until my legs give out." Red slid his hips forwards and back, sliding Conner through the dripping mess of his pussy, making his cockhead catch on his clit and eliciting gasps from them both. "After that, you're going to fuck me until I can't stand. How's that for what I'll do?"
"That-." Conner choked on a deep moan. "That is . . . yes, I want that."
Red grinned again. "Guess I'm fucking you stupid."
"Please do." Conner slid his hands as far up Red's thighs as he could.
"Gosh, those midwestern manners never quit, do they?" Red kept his hips rolling in a teasing, agonizing grind.
"Mm, I can talk dirty if you'd like me to, doll." Conner panted, rolling his head back against the bed. "Talk all about how bad I wanna have you all over me all the time. About how I've dreamed about you in all sorts of positions. About how good your pussy feels on me."
Red shuddered, a low moan rolling out of him like thunder.
"I could say how you're the reason I knew I wasn't straight, about how I had all these confusing dreams before I understood it." Conner continued, staring up at the ceiling as he heaved for breath. "My brain kept showing me your shoulders, your legs, the curve of your ass. I thought it was just admiring your ability, your strength. Then I'd wake up hard and confused and I'd jack off and tell myself I wasn't thinking about you when I was doing it."
"Fuck, fuck." Red dropped his head back, exposing the mottling line of his throat.
"It was your smile that did me in, the way you grin like danger. You set off every alarm in my brain and I just had to figure out why. I had to- to know why you, a normal human, made me so nervous." Conner wanted to bite along Red's neck, suck deeper bruises against his too-pale skin. "You still do, you still scare the shit out of me, but I know I can trust you. I know that all your danger is on my side and that makes me wild. You make me wild, Red."
Red's hips stuttered in their pace and he moaned again.
"You're so gorgeous, Red, fucking exquisite to look at. An angel, moving on me like that." Conner thought the sound Red made was a sob, and what he wouldn't pay to see tears streaking Red's face. "You're so cute like this, all messy and needy and desperate. Every inch of you is perfect, Red. I'm so fucking pleased to have you, so glad you let me have you."
"Fuck, Conner, your mouth." Red splayed his hands over Conner's stomach, supporting himself as his hips picked up pace, voice shaking. "Who taught you how to speak like that?"
"I taught myself, baby, just for you." Conner curled his hands around Red's hips, feeling his rhythm and just holding.
"You're a problem, Conner Kent." Red gasped. "T-Two of my plans torn to shreds in one night."
"I can still beg, if you want me to, doll." Conner propped himself up enough to get a hand on Red's jaw. "Will you let me fuck you? Can I put my cock in you, Red? Please let me. I want to, more than anything. Please, Red, let me feel your pussy around my dick. You're so good, so perfect. You feel so good on me, will you let me feel you around me? Red, baby, please. I need you."
Red gasped against Conner's lips. "Christ, yes! Yes!"
"Yeah, baby?" Conner slid their mouths together, stomach burning with pleasure. "I can put it in you?"
"I'll kill you if you don't." Red bit Conner's bottom lip fiercely.
"Then take charge, honey." Conner smiled into the rough kiss. "Take what you want from me."
"You smug son-of-a-bitch." Red's words slurred together as he pulled at Conner's hair. "Fucking teasing me."
"Do something about it." Conner murmured the challenge into Red's mouth, high on the feeling of having Red at the end of his rope.
"Attitude." Red snipped but lifted his hips up and reached down to guide Conner's cock to his hole.
He sank down slowly, making Conner feel every inch of the drag of his walls against Conner's cock. Conner was helpless to protest or move, only able to drop his forehead to Red's shoulder and try to breathe through the all-encompassing heat burning between them, mind blank.
XxX
Tim was pretty sure he was dying.
Conner was huge inside of him, pressing Tim almost to his limit as he tried to find the strength to move. The heat and closeness were heady, making Tim dizzy as Conner mouthed aimlessly against his shoulder. Plenty of it was Ivy's pollen, but more was the high of having Conner underneath him.
Conner who was so fucking good with his mouth (In many ways), who wanted Tim in a feral, almost animalistic way, who was power and heat and strength, laying willingly underneath Tim's hips.
Who Tim was almost certain he was in love with.
Tim hadn't ever felt more powerful, not even when he was in control of the League of Assassins.
He was already close, just one right move away from cumming uncontrollably, but he wanted, longed, to have more time on Conner's cock. So he breathed, and tipped his head back and stared at the ceiling as Conner bit into his shoulder.
Conner's hips rocked, minutely, uncontrollably, most likely, keeping Tim on the very edge of orgasm. His hands were like brands against Tim's hips, holding him firmly, but not hard enough to bruise. Tim almost wished he would leave bruises. Well, more bruises.
"Perfect, Red." Conner mumbled against Tim's shoulder. "Better than perfect. You're a miracle."
Fireworks went off behind Tim's eyes at the words and his breath shuddered in his lungs. He closed his eyes and rolled his hips down against Conner's, reveling in the push of Conner getting impossibly deeper.
"Red." Conner's voice broke.
"Lay down." Tim pushed at Conner's shoulders.
"Sure, baby, anything." Conner clung for a moment longer to lick into Tim's mouth and suck the breath out of his lungs.
"Down." Tim shoved him back.
Conner flopped easily against the mattress, eyes fixed on Tim's face. "Gonna finish out your plan?"
"If you can last that long." Tim was bluffing, balanced on a razor's edge, only kept upright by sheer force of will.
"I don't know if either of us can." Conner grinned, lazy and fucked out.
"Wanna find out?" Tim smiled in response, blood hot.
"More than anything." Conner looked delicious.
Tim rolled his hips, starting as slow as he could stand to, focusing on the sensation of Conner twitching in him. Conner groaned, lifting his hands to tangle in his own hair.
"Gonna kill me, Red." His gaze didn't move. "You'll kill me, this way."
"There are worse ways to go." Tim picked up his pace, keeping it a rolling grind, but sending heat bolting up and down his spine. "Drowning, for one."
"But I am drowning." Conner's voice came out breathless. "Like a songbird in the ocean."
Tim laughed at the irony of it, of the man with ocean eyes telling a Robin he was a drowning songbird.
"I'll have to save you then, now won't it?" Tim slowed his hips, even though it took a monumental effort.
"Oh, absolutely not." Conner sat halfway up, one hand rising to cradle Tim's face. "My death is my salvation, baby."
Tim groaned and his hips stuttered back into motion without him meaning to. "Poetic, Kent."
"I try." Conner leaned up enough to kiss Tim again.
Tim indulged him for a moment, sliding their tongues together as he rolled his hips against the new angle.
"It's a good thing you're better at following my plans in the field than in here." Tim pushed him flat to the bed again.
"Nothing in your plan said I couldn't kiss you while you did what you wanted." Conner argued.
"It's riding, Conner, the part where you lay back and watch is implied." Tim managed to sound a bit annoyed, which he counted as a win. "I'd think you'd know that, considering your reputation."
"My reputation?" Conner hissed a breath through his teeth as Tim twisted his hips.
"I see them on Twitter, the people you fuck." Tim started moving a bit faster, beginning to properly use his knees. "What do you let them call you, by the way? Do you tell them Conner? Or Kon? Or do you just have them use your hero name?"
"A lot of them are only in it for the hero name." Conner got his hands on Tim's hips again, squeezing as he rocked into Tim's rhythm.
"You got a thing for that, hm?" Tim moaned, loud and wanton. "Supernova."
"Red!" Conner jolted, hips jumping and fingers squeezing bruisingly tight for a moment.
"I'm right." Tim couldn't help a grin, grinding down until his hands felt shivery.
"You're right more often than you're not." Conner croaked out, hands twitching against Tim's skin.
"You and your flattery." Tim grumbled, sure he was blushing up to his ears.
"Want me to keep going? I could do it all night." Conner grinned wolfishly. "You're brilliant, sweetheart, as clever as Batman at least. You're gorgeous, prettiest thing I ever did see, and so fucking good-."
Tim groaned and, unable to bear the rush of compliments, started working his hips for real. Conner's voice caught in his throat, swallowed up by deep moans as Tim rode him properly.
"That good?" Tim managed to ask.
He was panting, hot and humid and open-mouthed, leaning his weight heavy on Conner's stomach, head hanging so his hair curtained his face.
"Fuck! Baby . . . you have no idea." Conner's knees drew up, his thighs bumping against Tim's ass. "Jesus, angel, you're killing me."
"Mm." Tim closed his eyes, focusing on the ache in his thighs. "Thought- Thought you wanted that."
Concentrating on the sensation of his muscles working kept him from reaching the peak too soon, balanced out the buzz of pleasure through his blood and kept him from floating out of his head. It was hard to stay fully cognizant, to maintain awareness of anything past Conner's skin under his palms, and Conner's hands on his hips, and Conner's cock splitting him open, but he was processing enough to hear the hitch in Conners breath with each rise and fall of his hips.
"If this is how you do it, I'll let you kill me any time you like." Conner sounded ruined.
Tim bit his lip until the taste of blood met his tongue and tilted his head back, trying to catch a breath, not quite able to reply.
"Fucking love the sight of you, doll." Conner's nails scraped over the skin of Tim's hips. "Love how you use me, how you take all I've got and more."
Tim couldn't help the overwhelmed sob that broke his voice, tears welling up against his mask. He leaned back, tapping at Conner's thighs to make him lay his legs flat and the change of angle made him sob again. Conner moaned in response, hips rocking into each of Tim's thrusts.
Lightning bolts of pleasure made Tim's fingers twitch and thighs stutter in their rhythm.
"Conner." Tim wasn't sure if his eyes were open or not as he stared unseeingly at the ceiling. "You remember the last part of my plan?"
"I-! Fuck-! Yes!" Conner surged up to mouth at Tim's neck.
"Hop to, Supernova." Tim ordered.
The room blurred around Tim as Conner flipped them over without pulling out. He was still trying to comprehend the sudden movement when Conner started pounding him into the mattress.
"Conner!" Tim screamed as Conner thrusted hard enough to start knocking the solid wood bedframe against the wall.
"Red, baby, I've got you, I've got you." Conner nosed along the line of Tim's throat, breath fanning hot over his skin. "Gonna get you there, I promise, gonna make you feel good."
Tim felt like his brain was melting out of his ears as he laid entirely limp in Conner's arms, mouth hanging open as pleasured tears managed to slide out from under his domino.
Every push of Conner's hips pressed the air out of Tim's lungs in punched out little moans. His orgasm was building, creeping up his spine, burning low in his gut, giving Tim just enough strength to get his arms up and around Conner's neck.
"Almost there, Red, I'm-." Conner moaned into Tim's mouth.
A want, a selfish need to hear Conner moan his name took up almost the entirety of Tim's working brain cells.
Bad idea! The tiny part of him that was still capable of logical thought screamed.
Conner fucking you with your name on his lips! every other part of Tim's brain drowned out the logic.
"Tim." The word was punched out of him. "Conner, my name, it's Tim."
"Tim." Conner bit into Tim's neck and everything went white.
The world disappeared into a haze of sensation, leaving Tim adrift as his body quaked. Rolling waves of pleasure decimated what few thoughts had managed to remain in Tim's brain. All that was left was Conner in and around and on top of him.
Distantly, Tim registered his body being moved, arms underneath his knees as his head lolled against a solid shoulder.
A while later, he came back to himself as Conner was slipping his hands through Tim's hair. Conner had, apparently, carried him into the bathroom while he was drifting and submerged him in a warm bath.
Tim lolled his head towards Conner's caresses. "Hi."
"Hey." Conner looked amused, a cute little smile quirking his lips. "Welcome back to Earth."
He was beautiful, eyes soft and fond, curls mussed and a healthy flush on his cheeks.
"Says the alien." Tim slurred, eyes slipping closed.
"Feeling okay, baby?" Conner scratched his nails lightly over Tim's scalp.
"I feel fantastic." Tim smiled slightly, dragging his eyes open. "However, I also feel like I'm gonna fall the fuck to sleep sometime within the next few minutes, and I'd like to be laying down with you when I do."
"Mm, okay." Conner hummed. "I can make that happen."
"Good." Tim closed his eyes again, body thrumming pleasantly.