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“Stop fucking my brother.”
Slade doesn’t know where the Red Hood is getting his information, nor what’s brought him here to his doorstep so utterly pissed off that he didn’t even bother to suit up before doing it. Of the many ways he could react to the kid’s demand, the look of self-righteous fury on his face makes some much more tempting than others.
He almost gives in to his first inclination, which is to bark out a laugh in sheer incredulity. Red Hood might have the minor riffraff of Gotham’s underworld quaking in their boots, but the kid is just human at the end of the day, and his training certainly doesn’t come even close to matching Slade’s ability. So the idea of him trying to enforce the demand is frankly laughable.
Slade could break his leg, and show him that. He should, too, for showing up unannounced, catching him in a rare moment out of armour. But Dick is inclined to get upset at even non-permanent damage done to those he thinks of as family, and however estranged the former Robin might be from the rest of the bats, Hood certainly still counts as that to Dick.
More than that. Or not only that. Which is why Slade lands on the response he does, a split second after Hood squares his shoulders and finishes spitting out his words.
“Why?” Slade asks, raising his eyebrow. “You jealous?”
The kid — Jason Todd, Slade recalls from somewhere — scoffs. “No.”
Just a beat too late to be convincing.
…There’s an opportunity here. His little bird’s birthday is coming up, after all, and Slade does so like to impress.
Slade lets the smirk he’s been holding back steal onto his face. “Oh,” he purrs, “but you are.”
Todd goes ever so slightly pink. On a bat, that’s a glaring admission. Confirmation that this is going to go the way Slade predicted.
“In that case,” he says, leaning against the doorframe now that he knows he isn’t going to fight this kid, “I have a proposal for you.”
“What,” Todd says flatly, “could you possibly want from me?”
He wants absolutely nothing from him, so at least Todd’s got an accurate assessment of his worth to Slade. A point in his favour. No, it’s Dick who’s doing the wanting. And Slade doesn’t like to admit it, but, he’s rather inclined to get Dick what he wants.
And if he gets to watch this little upstart squirm a bit in the process, so much the better.
“Dick has certain fantasies,” he begins. The light pink flush on Todd’s cheeks deepens immediately to a bright, ruddy red. “He’s a bit of a cockslut, you see—” and the flush is spreading down Todd’s neck and out to his ears, “—and one just isn’t enough for him anymore. So he needs another, preferably with a body attached.”
Todd looks like he’s about to combust. Steam is practically blowing out of his ears. He’s gone an ugly shade of puce, eyes bulging, and he gulps when Slade fixes his eye back on him.
“So? Interested? He’s a good whore, you’ll have fun.”
“Don’t call him that,” Todd says weakly, his throat working as he swallows again. Slade didn’t know it was possible for humans to get that shade of red.
He shrugs. “If you want to defend his honour to his face, take me up on the offer. But you’ll see it for yourself. He’s easy for it.”
Todd bristles again, then seems to deflate all at once, shoulders slumping. “…He doesn’t want me there,” he says, like it hurts him to admit it.
And it’s not a refusal, which is telling all on its own.
“What, because you’re his ‘brother’?” Todd scowls at him, but Slade just scoffs derisively. “Your word, not his, kid. Or who knows, maybe that’s what makes him interested. He’s got plenty worse fucked-up things going on in that pretty little head of his. It’s what makes him a fun lay.” Slade leans closer, leering. “That, and the flexibility, of course.”
“Shut up,” Todd hisses. “Don’t fucking talk about him.”
Fuck, this kid is almost too easy to wind up. He’s sure it’ll get boring soon, but he’s going to milk as much out of it as he can before the novelty wanes.
“…What do you mean, interested?” Todd asks, after a moment.
Slade doesn’t laugh, but it’s a close thing. Jesus. It really is a shame he’s actually fond of Dick, because stirring up this mess would otherwise make his week. Trust bats to invent new levels of dysfunctional relationship.
“Yeah, kid,” he sighs. “Little bird fucking moons over you. An irritating quality he’s yet to be persuaded out of. So, if you want to get a taste before he gets over himself, I’d suggest you say yes.”
Slade watches Todd’s face work through several painful-looking expressions he doesn’t care to figure out. The kid hasn’t gotten any less red since the conversation started, and his fists are clenched so tightly the bones are creaking. His pulse jumps in his neck.
“I — you’re serious.” Todd’s throat bobs as he swallows.
“I am.”
Todd takes a deep breath. And another, squeezing his eyes shut. Slade watches impassively as the kid tries and fails for almost half a minute to get himself under control.
He’s got it bad, huh.
Slade can work with this. He can do a lot with this, actually.
“…Okay,” Todd gets out eventually. He suddenly can’t meet Slade’s gaze. “If– if Dick really wants that, then… then I’m in.”
“’Atta boy,” Slade says with a wolfish smile.
The furious scowl Todd makes in response is definitely worth it. Oh, this is going to be fun.
Dick says yes, because of course he does. Says it really quickly, almost before Slade even finishes asking. He’s beaming with excitement, though, so Slade doesn’t let it bother him.
A time is agreed.
“You’ll be nice, won’t you?” Dick asks worriedly, before Todd arrives.
Slade just grins. He wasn’t planning on it, no.
Jason can already tell this night is going to ruin him. Dick gets on his knees for him so easily, like he belongs there, like he’s been waiting for it. And maybe he has.
They’re in Dick’s apartment, in his bedroom, because there’s no way it was going to work out in anywhere that could count as Jason or Slade’s territory. It’s bad enough that Slade is here, in Dick’s presence with him, and Jason could’ve gone his whole life without seeing Slade naked. He’s sure Slade feels the same about him.
Seeing Dick naked, though, makes it 100% worth it. All lithe, toned muscle and scarred golden skin, beautiful and deadly and somehow exceeding anything he dreamed up, in sleepless nights with just his fist and imagination for company. Dick’s here, in front of him, naked and kneeling and– and taking Jason’s cock in his hands with a fucking hungry look in his eyes. Jesus.
“Shit!” Jason yells, as Dick takes him into his mouth.
Dick feels heavenly. He starts off teasing, licking at the head of Jason’s cock, tonguing at the slit, before wrapping his lips tight and swallowing him down. He hollows his cheeks, humming as he sucks, swirling his tongue around and melting Jason’s brain out of his ears. Dick’s good at this, and as long as Jason doesn’t think too hard about how he got good at this, he’s ascending to fucking nirvana about it.
Fuck, Dick’s mouth feels so sinfully wet and sweet he’s about to lose his goddamned mind.
“Up you come, little bird,” Slade says, and he picks Dick up by the hips, levering him so he’s still got Jason’s cock in his mouth, but is now held in the air horizontal between them.
“Hey!” Jason protests.
“He can multitask,” Slade says offhandedly, waving a hand at him dismissively.
Slade is just holding Dick up with one arm under his waist, and Dick braces himself by holding on to Jason’s hips. Slade’s other hand is probing at Dick’s ass, and Jason can tell when Slade starts to finger him because Dick’s eyes — utterly fixed on Jason like he’s the only thing in the room — blow big and wide. He whines around Jason’s cock and digs his fingers into the skin of Jason’s hips where he’s holding on to him and shit, Jason has to concentrate really, really hard not to blow his load down Dick’s throat just like that.
“You can fuck his throat, if you want,” Slade comments idly, pumping two lubed fingers in and out of Dick’s ass. “He’s been practicing.”
Jesus fuck. “Seriously?” Jason gets out, strained.
“Told you he’s a whore for it.”
Dick shivers, his face going pink. Another garbled whine comes out.
Something clenches in Jason’s gut at the sound. The way Slade talks about Dick, the utter fucking – disregard, like Dick isn’t something incredible, it’s– it rubs him the wrong way. “I said, don’t call him that.”
“Ah, but he likes it,” Slade smirks.
He pulls his fingers out to land a ringing slap on Dick’s ass, and then another, and Dick jolts with the impact, and fucking shit, Jason’s going to be thinking about the way Dick just moaned around his cock forever.
“Go on, stop acting like he’s fragile. Get your hands in his hair and fuck his face properly. Make him gag on his baby brother’s cock.”
Jason is going to explode. He has to bite down on the inside of his cheek to keep the sound he wants to make at that prospect contained. Dick doesn’t even try, moaning loudly and unabashedly, and just keeps looking up at Jason with those big, wet eyes. Like he’s pleading with him — like he really, actually wants Jason to do that.
“You want that, Dickie?” Jason asks, because he has to check, and — fuck, okay, Dick nods so immediately and enthusiastically with the cock still in his mouth that Jason really can’t pretend otherwise.
Fuck Slade, but he’s right. He knows what Dick likes. So Jason slides his hands into Dick’s hair, dragging his nails along his scalp and then getting a fistful of it in each hand.
He thrusts forward into the wet heat of Dick’s mouth, slow and hesitant but pressing in until he hits the back of his throat, and he freezes in place when Dick gags on it. But Dick grabs at Jason’s hips and pulls him closer, forcing Jason’s cock further down into his mouth, even while Dick chokes and his throat spasms around him.
“Fuck!” Jason yells.
He’s losing it. Dick’s staring up at him and the tears have spilled over his watering eyes and all Jason can think is Dick, Dick, Dick. Dick, swallowing his cock enthusiastically; Dick, digging his nails into Jason’s skin; Dick, whining and pleading for Jason to fuck him harder, to use him rougher.
None of his fantasies can even come close to the real thing. Jason swears, again, and drags Dick down by the hair at the same time as he pitches his hips forward, driving his cock deep into Dick’s throat until his balls are right up to his chin. He draws back, and thrusts forward again, and again, his thrusts getting faster as he gives in and fucks Dick’s mouth with abandon.
It's messy. Dick can’t control his drooling and the wet choked sounds he’s making are filthy. He keeps pulling on Jason’s hips, urging him on, and Jason has no idea how he’s even breathing like that, with Jason’s cock so far down his throat it must be cutting off his air. It feels amazing, so tight and hot around his cock and just so damn good.
“I-I’m not going to last,” Jason wheezes out, eyes glued to the sight of Dick’s spit drooling down his chin and dripping onto the carpet.
Even if Dick never wants to do this again, this whole encounter is going to give him enough masturbatory material to last a lifetime. Holy shit. Just — holy shit.
“We’d better get to the main event then, boys,” Slade says.
Jason doesn’t startle. He doesn’t. But — he might have briefly forgotten Slade is here, so focused on the way Dick swallows his cock like there’s nothing else he’d ever rather be doing, and Jason almost wants to growl at the stab of annoyance as Slade breaks the fantasy by reminding him of his presence.
And Slade smirks at him, like he caught that, and Jason wants to break his nose.
Slade pulls his fingers out and takes a moment to slick up his cock with lube. Which — if he tried to fuck Dick dry, Jason would absolutely kill him, super-assassin or not, no matter if Dick is supposedly into that, too — so, it’s a good thing he isn’t doing that, is all. He kind of wants to kill him anyway though. The prospect of anyone else fucking Dick, now that Jason knows some of what it’s like to do it, is making an ugly, jealous monster rear its head inside him.
And Slade’s cock is kind of massive, actually. Not that Jason’s feeling insecure or anything — it feels literally impossible to be insecure when Dick is sucking him down like Jason’s the best thing he’s ever had in his mouth — but he just can’t imagine how Dick’s gonna take that without being split in half.
Dick fucking mewls as Slade breaches into him.
Slade groans lowly, sliding all the way in until he’s pressed flush against Dick’s ass. Dick’s feet don’t even touch the ground. Slade’s just holding him aloft with his hands wrapped around Dick’s hips, and Dick is visibly quivering at the sensation of being impaled on two cocks at once.
“Come on,” Slade says, snapping his hips forward and making Dick yelp around Jason. “Give him what he wants.”
The force of Slade fucking Dick’s ass rocks him forward onto Jason’s cock, and Jason curses loudly as Dick takes him down to the root. He wants to take it easy on him, to go a bit slower and sweeter and really savour what might be the only shot he has at this, but that’s pretty clearly not what Dick wants.
And Jason really wants to give him what he wants.
So he bucks forward with matching force, tugging on Dick’s hair as he fucks his face. The slapping sound of skin on skin fills the room as Slade’s balls clap against Dick’s ass. It’s rough, almost on the edge of brutal, but Dick’s eyes are rolling back in his head, and the fucking sounds he’s making are lewd and debauched. And the sight of him, hovering above the ground between them, split open between two cocks, is just too fucking much.
Jason comes with a shout and a vengeance, spilling down Dick’s throat. Dick chokes, but swallows it all, and the absolute rush of gratifying ecstasy Jason feels at the sight is ferocious and all-consuming. He staggers and almost topples over, vision going fuzzy, knees weak. Every one of his nerves feels like it comes alive.
Holy shit.
Jason pulls out of Dick’s mouth, completely overwhelmed, and a string of spit and come goes with him. That was — that was incredible, holy shit, he’s never come so hard in his fucking life. Dick’s face is a mess and his lips are swollen and he looks — well, he looks like Jason just fucked his mouth and made him choke on his come.
Jesus fucking Christ, he needs a minute.
Slade adjusts to slide one arm over Dick’s stomach, holding him up to his chest, and clamps the other hand on the back of Jason’s neck, directing him to the bed.
And Jason would protest at letting Slade take charge like that, but he’s still half out of it, still fucking mesmerised by the sight of Dick so blissed out with Slade’s cock in his ass, and so he goes with it.
He ends up sitting leaning up against the headboard, and Slade lays Dick on his back with his head in Jason’s lap.
“You with us, kid?” Slade asks him.
Jason swallows. He strokes Dick’s hair absent-mindedly, and Dick mewls again and presses up into the touch. “Y-yeah,” he says, voice rough.
“Good. Because I’m going to stop holding back, so you need to help him take it.”
Jason frowns. “W-wait, wait, what are you—”
Slade slams into Dick, bending him in half, and Dick wails.
It’s — brutal. Slade fucks Dick so hard and fast, spearing him on his cock without a care for anything, and Dick is crying and clutching at Jason. Slade rams into him with a particularly forceful thrust that makes Dick shriek, like he’s being impaled, like it’s excruciating, and there’s tears just streaming down his face.
“Jesus — Jesus, Slade, stop!” Jason yells, and he starts to get up, to put a stop to this, but Dick finds one of Jason’s hands and grips it tight.
“Aw, baby brother’s protective,” Slade sneers, not pausing for even a moment. The noises Dick makes sound like they’re being punched out of him. “You don’t need to be. This is how he likes it. Look how much he’s leaking for it.”
Dick’s cock is red and hard against his stomach, and fuck, it’s leaking so much precome it’s practically gushing. So this — so he really does like it, like this, being fucked and used so roughly like his own pleasure doesn’t even matter. Jason reaches for him, almost in a trance.
“Don’t touch his cock. He can come just like this.”
Fucking hell.
Jason’s never going to recover from this. Sex is gonna be ruined for him, forever. Nothing, no one can possibly compare to Dick.
“You can play with his nipples, though,” Slade tells him, still fucking Dick so hard the bedframe sounds like it’s about to give in. “He’s sensitive.”
“Shut up,” Jason snaps, but – he does want to try that.
So he smooths his hands down Dick’s toned chest and pinches at the perky little buds of Dick’s nipples. Dick arches up with a sob, clutching at Jason’s wrists. Jason twists them, and leans down to mouth at first one, then the other, licking and sucking and making Dick keen.
“Jason — Jay please,” he babbles.
“What is it, Dickie?” Jason asks. “What do you need?”
Anything. Right now Jason would give him anything.
“I — ngh — I, I, oh, ah, please — it–it hurts, kiss me, please—”
Oh.
“’Course,” Jason says, and he doesn’t try to hide how breathless he sounds.
Jason kisses him, pressing their lips together soft and tender. Dick shudders, sobbing, getting rocked back and forth in Jason’s lap by Slade’s powerful thrusts. But it’s easy to ignore Slade, like this. With Dick’s lips on his and Dick’s hands clinging to his and Dick’s head cradled in his lap. Like this, it feels like they’re the only ones in the room.
“Jay — Jay,” Dick pleads, when they break apart. “H-hurts, please…”
“Shh,” Jason soothes, stroking his hands over Dick’s skin.
He skims down to Dick’s nipples again, rolling them between his fingers. Dick’s shivering in his lap, writhing with overstimulation, mouth slack and moaning like something out of Jason’s teenage wet dreams. Jason memorises the sight, the sounds, the feeling of Dick coming apart on top of him.
“Are you close?” he whispers.
“He’s close. Give them a good tug and he’ll come,” Slade tells him.
Shut the fuck up, Jason almost yells.
Fucking Slade.
But this is about Dick, so Jason pinches Dick’s nipples hard and pulls, and Dick jerks and moans all desperate and loud, and his cock spurts ropes of come all over his chest and stomach as he seizes up and comes.
Just as Slade predicted. Asshole.
…But the sight is too entrancing for Jason’s irritation to last, because Jesus fuck, Dick came just from being fucked in the ass and some nipple play. No one so much as wrapped a hand around his cock. No one needed to.
That’s definitely going to feature in Jason’s fantasies going forward.
And Dick with his nipples all puffy, covered in his own come with flecks of it as far up as his chin, which is still smeared in spit, face streaked with tears and clinging to Jason like a lifeline… Well, that’s probably going to feature, too.
Slade doesn’t give Dick a break. Doesn’t so much as pause, or give any kind of sign he even appreciates the sight in front of him. Just fucks Dick’s ass so roughly he cries, bending his knees up to his shoulders, like it’s nothing, like Dick’s just a hole for him to use and not— and not everything.
Jason hates him.
Hates that he’s the one Dick’s chosen. Sure, Dick chose them both, now, but he chose Slade first, and no matter what Slade says about Dick’s interest, Jason can’t convince himself Dick’s going to want him again. Not when Slade already knows him so well, knows all the things he likes and can be ruthless enough to give them to him.
Because Jason couldn’t do this. Couldn’t fuck him like this.
He strokes Dick’s hair, and caresses his face, and presses kisses to Dick’s temple, hushing and comforting him as he sobs and screams. Jason’s stomach twists at the sound of it. Slade hammers his cock into Dick with terrible force, and Jason doesn’t want to think about how sore Dick is going to be in the morning, how he probably won’t be able to walk.
How he and Slade have done this before, so many times.
Slade’s stamina is insane, because it feels like it takes an age until he finally bottoms out and stays there, gripping Dick’s waist to pull him tight against his groin as he empties his load inside Dick’s ass. Dick trembles, giving a hiccupping cry that tugs at Jason’s heart.
“Easy,” Jason murmurs. Dick’s eyes have gone glassy.
Slade pulls out without fanfare, and Dick whines and collapses into a puddle. Jason pulls him up so he’s properly lying on his lap, pressing kisses to his hair and murmuring nonsense that, nevertheless, makes his breathing start to settle and his clinging just a little less desperate.
Jason glances up in time to catch the box of wet-wipes Slade chucks at him.
“Clean him up,” Slade says. “He takes around ten minutes to come back to himself after a fuck like that. Goes faster if you’re soft with him, he gets needy.”
Slade is half dressed already. Jason blinks. “You’re leaving?”
He absolutely doesn’t care, but Dick looks fucking mournful at the prospect, and Jason is going to kill Slade for putting that look on his face. And for everything else.
Except that would probably make Dick sad too. Fuck.
“Do I look like the soft and fuzzy aftercare type?” Slade asks. “I do what I need to to get him back into bed again the next time. If he’s got you for it, I don’t have to bother. Have fun.”
“You’re an asshole,” Jason seethes. Dick whimpers, so Jason kisses his forehead again, and Dick settles back against him with a little sigh.
Slade raises his eyebrow. Jason glares right back at him. Because, like, obviously he already knew that, Slade is and always has been, first and foremost, a self-serving son of a bitch, but… this is almost performatively callous.
…Oh. Huh. That’s a thought. Jason finds himself sneering right back.
Slade’s brow immediately furrows into a scowl, so. Bingo. Jason’s right on the money. It is performative.
It’s kind of funny, actually. It seems no one is immune to Dick Grayson, not even Deathstroke the Terminator himself. At least Jason can admit it. Slade’s out here acting like his only interest in Dick is fucking him, but he’s been thoroughly caught in his orbit like everyone else who spends more than a passing moment with him.
“Suit yourself,” Jason shrugs, pulling Dick closer to him. Dick sighs happily and go with it, clinging to Jason like an octopus. “See you next time, then.”
Slade growls. Jason almost wants to laugh. Two can play at this game.
And since he’s the one with Dick cuddling up to him, practically purring as Jason cleans him up and kisses him and holds him close, he’s pretty sure he’s won the first round.