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“Harder!”
The sound of flesh slapping against flesh increased slightly.
“I said harder, damn you!” Green eyes glared into blue. “Fuck me like you mean it. Fuck me until there’s nothing left.”
There was a slight pause, then, “Brace yourself.”
Lips quirked in triumph. “You finally gonna…”
The words stopped abruptly as angles shifted, limbs turning over, and then the slapping noises resumed. This time they were overlaid with shocked gasps, loud moans and the occasional pained, “Yes, fuck yes!”
The cadence grew, huffing breaths mingled with sweat-slick noises and a steadily rising whine until –
“AAAah!”
Then, there was silence for a moment.
“...Again?”
A lengthy pause. “I’m dead. You fucked me dead.” The voice sounded pleased about it.
“Again?”
Lips quirked, softer now, but pleased. Teal eyes briefly roamed this way and that before landing back on steady blues. “Yeah sure, okay.”
—
5 months earlier
‟You!”
Red Robin startled at Jason’s call. The diminutive vigilante’s reaction time was impressive. Jason had barely finished calling out when Red Robin was facing him with his bo staff raised in defence.
Jason observed the man closely. Different from the first time Jason had hunted him down, Drake no longer seemed frightened of him. Sure, there was tension in his body, but his hands were steady on his staff, his stance was wide but certain, and his jaws looked relaxed.
Well, Jason was about to change that. ‟Tell me,” he demanded, prowling toward the man with an active awareness of the superior mass he was bringing to this confrontation. ‟What happens when I lose time?”
Red Robin pursed his lips. ‟If you don’t like it, how about you stop attacking me?”
‟Would if I could,” Jason spat.
He was aware that Red Robin didn’t deserve his anger. It should be all focused on Jason himself, since he was obviously the problem. But without fail, seeing the man brought out the worst in Jason. Thalia’s priming had really fucked him up good, and the Pit had sunk its claws into this target and wouldn’t let go until it was dead.
Red Robin’s face looked green to Jason's eyes, just like the city around them.
‟Tell me!”
Red Robin seemed unperturbed at Jason’s anger. ‟Why ask now? You must have, oh, three or four gaps in your memory now, no?”
‟You know exactly how many it is, don’t play dumb,” Jason growled. ‟But why do I have them? What happens when I… I know the Pit makes me erratic. Murderous. But does it also… ”
Even the Rage couldn’t make him force out the words. In fact, it abated a little in the face of his acute self-loathing before flaring up brighter than ever.
‟Am I a sexual predator?”
Red Robin laughed at him.
‟Is this a fucking joke to you?!” Jason’s hands twitched. He wanted to grab Red Robin’s neck and twist. He wanted to sink his knife into the soft skin beneath the man’s arm and watch him squirm. He wanted to hurt, to rend, to tear. He wanted to wipe that laugh off Drake’s face.
Red Robin neatly side-stepped Jason’s grabbing arms. ‟It is pretty funny.”
Jason saw green. He lunged.
Time slowed, then expanded and went side-ways.
Jason found himself standing dumbly in an apartment he had no memory entering. He was feeling… exposed.
It took a much greater effort than it should have to bend his neck and look down.
Oh. He was naked.
Some silly reflex made him want to cover his nudity, which failed because… his hands were cuffed on his back? That was odd. It should probably make him worried, Jason thought. It was very hard to worry right now, though, when all he wanted was…
What did he want?
Tim Drake stepped into his view just as Jason raised his head to look around. The man was clad only in a thin pair of yoga pants.
Oh. That.
Yes. He wanted that.
There was something strange about Drake’s head, but it didn’t quite compute.
‟So,” Drake was saying, ‟you’re not usually conscious for this part. But maybe if you know what you’re doing to yourself, you’ll finally stop coming after me.”
‟Whu…?” Jason’s lips felt numb, his brain even number.
Drake tutted at him. ‟That won’t do.”
Lips were suddenly on Jason’s, hot and wet and demanding and… pushing? Yes, pushing something into Jason’s mouth, except there was nothing there. Just the feeling of something entering. He shivered.
That was uncomfortable.
A moment later, his head cleared.
‟Much better.” Drake gave a satisfied nod.
While Jason was still trying to get his bearings, Drake hopped up on a desk and swung his legs.
‟So, here’s the thing. You keep coming for me, so I have to keep defending myself. Trust me, I don’t do this unless I have no other choice. I’ve only been forced to defend myself in this way twice outside of your attacks, and neither of those individuals will be coming for me again.” His smile was thin and dangerous.
‟I can’t say I don’t enjoy what I do, though I would have preferred my introduction to my heritage to be in easier circumstances. Still, being free and in control of the situation certainly beat getting pinned to the wall by a blade through my shoulder, with my attacker at liberty to do to me whatever he wanted. All things being equal, I don’t feel very conflicted about that. However, it’s getting to a point where I’d really appreciate it if you finally caught a clue.”
Jason silently stood in the middle of the room, listening as Drake talked. Green slowly seeped back in at the corners of his vision, making him realize it had been gone while he was in whatever trance Drake had forced on him.
He couldn’t say he’d missed it. He hadn’t really liked the numbness either, but at least his slow, haphazard thoughts had been his own. ‟Talk faster,” Jason growled. ‟The urge to murder you is growing again.”
‟That quickly?” Drake looked startled. ‟Oh, that’s not good. That can’t be healthy for you, either. You should see about draining that.”
Now it was Jason’s turn to laugh. ‟Oh really! And how do you suggest I do that?”
‟You have no idea who you’ve been messing with,” Drake stated with conviction. ‟Let me illuminate you.” He jumped fluidly off the desk and invaded Jason’s personal space like there was no way Jason could harm him. Even with his hands bound on his back, Jason thought that was a bit of a stretch. The Pit was howling at him to smash his head into that too-even, fragile nose.
‟I,” Drake said, reaching up a hand to touch one of the… – horns, those were horns growing out of his head. Tim touched it and slid a finger down its curve. It was an oddly sensual move. – ‟am an incubus.”
Jason felt like his thoughts were moving through molasses. The Pit subsided as confusion took over. ‟An incubus. Like in the books.”
“Possibly, depends on the book.” Drake lowered his hand and put it on Jason’s naked chest instead. Goosebumps erupted at the touch, Jason’s body reacting to a danger his mind was still trying to grasp.
‟Nightmare creature,” Jason listed what he recalled, ‟accosts people in their sleep and… Oh.”
‟Yes, that,” Drake agreed. His features shifted, the skin growing leathery and greenish; and not because of the Pit this time. He suddenly seemed larger, too.
Jason stared. Drake might be serious about this.
‟...Well that’s a relief.”
Drake frowned. ‟We are talking about the same thing, right?”
‟Sex? Sure,” Jason said easily. ‟But if you’re a born sexual predator, it means I’m not.”
‟You realize why I found the proposition funny,” Drake said, his voice now devoid of humor.
It was kind of funny, in hindsight.
The Pit didn’t think so. ‟You did that. You… fucked me. Without my consent.”
‟Well you shoved a knife into me without my consent, so I’d say we’re pretty even on that first one.” Drake replied levelly. He still looked tense. ‟I was fifteen and desperate.”
Jason considered that. He found that he hated the idea, and not for his own sake.
The Pit didn’t let him reflect on it for long. ‟But you did it again! And I hadn’t even hurt you that time!”
‟You may not remember this, but you actually shot me twice upon our third encounter. I needed the energy to heal myself,” Drake said in a hard voice. Then he wilted. ‟But no, I have no excuse for the second one. I may have panicked a little and become… overly proactive. Have to say that being shot by you the next time we met made my overreaction suddenly seem entirely appropriate, though.”
Jason couldn’t really fault Drake’s logic. Which didn’t mean he felt any less violated. Behind his back, his hands strained against the cuffs. ‟Let me out of these,” he demanded.
‟To do what?” Drake stepped back to a safe distance and observed Jason coolly.
‟I need to get my hands around your neck,” Jason said honestly. ‟You’re a problem, you drive me mad. Maybe if you no longer exist, the Pit will finally calm down.”
‟No it won’t.”
‟YOU CAN’T KNOW THAT!” Jason’s heartbeat was thundering in his ears. How dare Drake say Jason was never going to get better! That little shit, he was going to –
‟It won’t, because I’m just the current focus of the magic that is eating at you. If I cease to exist, it will merely find someone else to fixate on.”
‟YOU’RE LYING! I’M NOT GOING TO BE LIKE THIS FOREVER! I’M NOT, I’M NOT, I’M NOT –”
Jason hadn’t been aware that he’d once again lunged at Drake, bound hands be damned. All he knew in the moment was the incandescent, all-encompassing green rage that suffused his being and drove him to destroy the source of his pain.
He did notice the edge of the table when he was suddenly pushed up against it, though, with Drake somehow standing behind him. ‟You’re out of control,” Drake hissed in his ear. ‟Do we really need to do this again?”
‟LET GO OF ME YOU FUCKING LITTLE DEMON! I’LL GUT YOU LIKE A FISH, I’LL –”
‟I suppose we do.”
Jason’s world was quiet and calm. He was comfortable, held almost weightlessly in the soft embrace of something warm and kind. The air was moist.
Hands were caressing his hair, fingers trailing from his forehead all the way back to where his head rested on something squishy. ‟Mmh.”
‟Back with me?”
Jason wasn’t sure. He was there, kind of, but he was also not. Opening his eyes was probably a smart move; he felt oddly hesitant to do it. When he finally convinced himself to try, the light startled him.
It was so warm.
No tinge of green, just the clean, yellow light of a regular bathroom lamp.
He had forgotten what that looked like. A tear slipped down his cheek.
Gentle fingers brushed it off. ‟Hey, no. It’s alright. Nothing bad happened, I promise. I just took you down. But you’re clearly not in control of your actions, so I will never take more from you again than I have to, okay?”
That sounded fair, but also not quite right. ‟What did you… take?”
‟Oh, just a little something,” Drake prevaricated.
Jason’s thoughts sharpened, green immediately creeping back in on his vision. He mourned the loss of the warm light. ‟Tell me.”
‟I just gave you a handjob,” Drake admitted. ‟A kiss wasn’t cutting it, and beyond that, hands are the smallest thing I can do and still take your energy.”
‟The green is coming back,” Jason informed him. He didn’t know why he was telling Drake, except, ‟I don’t want it to.”
Behind him, Drake shifted. Jason saw his legs flex where they were propped up on the sides of the bathtub.
They were naked now.
‟I did say you should find a way to get rid of the Pit’s effects,” Drake said in a pensive voice. ‟I could help you with that, but I think you won’t like the cure.”
Jason turned, sloshing the water around until he was facing Drake. ‟I can guess.”
Drake was looking all human again. He was easy on the eyes, Jason could give him that; maybe it wouldn’t be so bad.
‟You hate what I’ve done to you so far.”
‟Because I wasn’t an active participant. Can you do this without knocking me out?”
Drake gave him a long, slow stare. Jason wanted to squirm under the scrutiny. ‟It would be more dangerous for me,” he finally said. ‟I don’t think I want to compromise on this.”
Jason growled. ‟Yeah? And what about what I want?”
‟It’s not really a consideration,” Drake told him bluntly, ‟given that the Pit won’t let you do what you want, either.”
‟Fight fire with fire?” Jason scoffed. ‟Is what you’re planning any better than what I’ve got, then?”
‟Yes.” The conviction in Drake’s voice gave him pause.
‟Why?”
‟I am a magical creature. You are not. You hold magic that doesn’t belong to you, and it’s eating at you, like a parasite. A permanent parasite. There are those who would classify me as a parasite too, since I can subsist entirely of other people’s energy. The difference being that I can exist without a host, I can choose to take only from those who mean me harm, and as long as you don’t attack me again, I will always give you a choice.”
Drake let that sink in for a moment, then added, ‟Also, I’m willing to make certain concessions.”
The Pit poked at Jason’s paranoia until it demanded, ‟Like what?”
‟I will knock you out this time. But if you come back to me before the Pit is making you dangerous to me again, I will allow you to remain conscious then. And…” He looked hesitant.
Jason perked up. Whatever Drake was considering, it must be a large concession indeed.
‟...And I’ll allow you to take the lead in any following therapy sessions, provided that the Pit is down to manageable levels.”
‟RED!!!”
Tim startled when the Red Hood burst into his apartment in full costume, and apparently also in full rage. He sighed. ‟Mis-timed it again?”
‟THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, YOU BACK-STABBING LITTLE –”
Tim froze him. ‟Not my fault if you keep staying out longer than you should. You know the signs by now.”
Hood grumbled at him, but at only a quarter his previous speed and volume, his threatening behaviour wasn’t very impressive.
‟Now, why don’t you take off that helmet?” Tim made his voice as encouraging as he knew how. He didn’t think he did all that great, but that was the beauty of compulsion magic: Hood decided he wanted to take his suggestion anyway.
As soon as the helmet was off, Tim leaned in for a kiss, siphoning off the worst of the rage. ‟There, isn’t this better?”
Jason’s eyes were less green now, but also less clear. ‟Hmmm.”
Tim sighed. It was going to be one of those days.
‟Fuck me.”
That… didn’t sound too bad. Next to Tim, Dick choked on his Batburger, but Tim ignored him in favour of giving Jason a measuring look. No green in his eyes. Tim smiled. ‟Let’s go. Bathroom’s down that way.”
‟Uh… Tim? Jason? Are you seriously going to…?” Dick’s voice trailed off behind him as Tim led Jason to the back of the shop.
‟Your timing is getting much better,” Tim commented lightly.
Behind him, he heard Dick spitting out his coke. ‟This is good timing?!”
“Your eyes aren’t green.”
Jason smiled. “Yeah.”
“And you came to me anyway?” Tim quirked an eyebrow. “Is the sex that good?”
Jason scoffed, then grew pensive. “Actually yeah. But I’m here because it’s been seven days and last time I started going green after eight.”
Tim took a moment to process the compliment. “Smart,” he replied belatedly.
Jason opened his arms and Tim easily stepped into his embrace. He knew this was all for Jason’s benefit, but he had to admit he was really starting to enjoy himself. Now that it wasn't life or death, sex with Jason was never a chore. And the effect on Tim’s own health was amazing.
He’d never slept more than a few hours each night, but now he could do that and still feel rested. His human skin was a healthy, warm color, he felt awake and alert even before coffee and his muscle tonus had apparently increased, too. He wondered if he'd end up growing a few inches if this continued much longer.
.. Maybe a magical creature wasn’t actually meant to use their powers only under duress.
Tim pushed the thought aside. This thing with Jason was temporary, he had to remember that. One day soon, the Pit would permanently lose its hold on Jason, and their situationship would end. Tim couldn’t get used to something that had an expiration date. That was just dumb.
Still, it was nice to experience a baseline of feeling strong and capable. Tim decided to make the most of it.
Jason lowered his head for a kiss and Tim eagerly met him. Jason’s hands wrapped around his shoulders, pulling him in tight. There was urgency in the gesture, but no desperation. Tim liked it.
A little while later, Jason prodded Tim backwards until he bumped against the table. Anticipating where Jason’s mind had gone, Tim happily shucked off his clothes and hopped up on the dining table. He spread his legs, completely at home in his body. “Like this?”
“Yeah.” Jason didn’t seem able to decide which part of Tim he wanted to ogle. And Tim hadn’t even turned on his allure. It was very flattering.
“You’re overdressed,” Tim observed mildly.
Jason shook himself, then smirked. And to his great surprise, Tim was treated to Jason Todd sensuously peeling himself out of his clothes, one slow layer at a time.
Tim had gone to musicals on Broadway during opening night. He’d attended a Swan Lake performance at the Bolshoi Teatr, seen Metallica live and wept at Yo-Yo Ma’s exquisite chords.
But this, right here right now, was hands down the most exciting show Tim had ever attended.
And it was just for him.
By the time Jason was down to teasingly pulling down the lip of his – shoot me now, he’s wearing a red string!!! – of his entirely appropriate choice in underwear, Tim was hard enough to grow horns.
He reached up one hand and, yeah, there they were. Ooops.
Of course, Jason noticed. “You getting horny for me, Timmy boy?”
Tim laughed. “You bet.”
“Wanna change all the way?”
Tim froze. What?
Did Jason mean what Tim thought he meant?
Tim had only ever used his full incubus form one time. He had to say, for a guy who dealt in nightmares, the Scarecrow sure had run fast after that. Bruce wondered to this day why he’d never seen the villain in Gotham again, nor heard of him popping up elsewhere.
Tim didn’t have to wonder.
“You want me to change?” An unwelcome thought occured. “Want to see what it’s like to do it with a monster?”
“I want to do it with you,” Jason said, and god, the earnestness in his voice was killing Tim. “That form is a pretty big part of who you are, and it is an essential part of your sexual identity. I can’t help but wonder if it wouldn’t be much better for you in that form. And easier.”
That was both thoughtful and pragmatic. Could Tim draw more power in that form? Maybe target it more precisely, too?
It did make sense to try. But…
“I’m not exactly pretty in that form.”
Jason had the audacity to laugh at him. “Have you seen my scars?”
“Shut up,” Tim said negligently. “You’re beautiful and you know it.”
Silence answered him. “I didn’t actually know that, no.”
Oh.
“Well you are.”
How had they gone from a hot striptease to embarrassed silence in less than ten minutes?
Tim supposed some people were just gifted that way, and he was one of the lucky ones.
He was also now a very curious incubus. “You really want to do this?”
“Yes.”
Tim shifted.
“Woah.”
“What?”
“You’re large.”
Tim hesitantly stood up from the table. He towered more than a head over Jason. That was admittedly different.
“No comment on this form?”
“The horns suit you much better this way,” Jason said. His eyes slowly drifted down TIm’s naked body, making him distinctly uncomfortable. “And I can’t help but notice that everything about you is larger in this form.”
Tim looked down. He swallowed. Yes, that was different. He realized he’d never actually taken the time to get to know this form.
…Because he didn’t like it.
“You really want to do it with… this?”
Jason was suddenly right there, pushing Tim back onto the table. “This is the person helping me with my Pit Rage. The person selflessly putting everything aside the moment I call. Please don’t talk badly about him, because I kinda like that guy.”
Tim didn’t know whether his incubus form could blush, but it sure felt like it.
“Change of plans.” Jason’s voice went husky.
Tim barely had time to raise an eyebrow – and notice that the action felt different with his horns shifting along with his skin– before Jason was suddenly in his lap.
“I was gonna fuck you well tonight…”
Tim moaned at the idea. Fucking Jason was delicious, but lying back and letting Jason do all the work while Tim happily soaked up his green energy was pretty damn good too.
“...but I find myself too damn curious now.”
Tim almost asked about what. Then he realized and wanted to smack himself for the stupid question. Good thing he’d been too preoccupied with memories of being pummelled into the matress by Jason to ask his question.
“This is more than you usually take.”
Jason smirked at him. “Then you better prepare me well before you mount me.”
Tim lost all his initial doubt at seeing Jason’s eyes glaze over with lust.
By the time Tim sank into Jason’s body, Jason was very well prepared. Turned out that an incubus couldn’t just ensnare its victims and manipulate their memories.
Tim could manipulate Jason’s body, too.
There’d never been a faster and more satisfying preparation before in their acquaintance. And then things got even better when Tim pushed inside.
“This is… oh.”
“Good?” Jason asked.
“Oh yeah.” Tim barely recognized his own voice. It was deep and full and underlaid by a growl like that of a large predator.
Which Tim was, he supposed.
He didn’t think other predators had prey as willing as his, though.
“Harder!”
Tim was happy to oblige. Jason had been right, it did feel different in this body. He could almost see the green energy flowing from Jason’s body into his own. He could taste every nuance of Jason’s arousal, could so easily manipulate him for maximal pleasure.
It was a revelation.
And Tim didn’t think he ever wanted to go without having this again.
2 years later
“Jason?”
“Hm?”
“Do you think the Pit still has a hold on you?”
“...Why do you ask?”
“Because we haven’t gone past the seven day limit in, well, at least a year.”
“Two, I think. So?”
“So it’s possible this isn’t even necessary anymore.”
“Do you want to test it? Go without this for a couple of weeks and see how we both deal?”
Silence.
“How about we just don’t ever find out?”
“...Yeah. Okay.”