Fic: Random Hugs

[munnin]

Title: Random Hugs
Fandom: Batman
Characters: Dick/most of the batclan plus Roy 
Rating: From G to NC-17.
Word count: 1444
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t. Written for MS Duck. Hope you like it.
Summary: Random hugs are an important part of Dick's arsenal.

Random hugs are an important part of Dick's arsenal and he uses them differently for each of the people in his life.

With Bruce they are almost always a prelude to rough and tumble. He never does it when Bruce is Batman, only ever when his mentor is home, relaxed and comfortable. Always the sneak attack and usually from behind, Dick knows he can’t catch Bruce unawares no matter how carefully he moves but it never stops him from trying.

As soon as his arms are around Bruce’s broad shoulders, the older man shifts to throw him as he would an attacker but always far gentler than when they’re training. Big hands around Dick’s slender waist, Bruce bares him to the ground, playfully pinning Dick to the soft carpet of the library floor, his book forgotten. Dick’s lithe body moves in his arms as the younger man gleefully struggles for the upper hand but more often than not, this is how the game ends – with Dick trapped beneath Bruce’s hard body, the pair of them grinning like fools as Alfred tuts at the skewed rug or the glasses knocked over by their game.

As Bruce helps him to his feet, Dick plants a kiss on Bruce’s cheek, light and quick. It’s then Bruce pulls him into a proper hug. Dick sighs, melting into Bruce’s arms as he remembers how good it feels to be the treasured son of a proud father.

***

Dick has a knack for hugging Alfred when he’s up to his elbows in something, usually flour or washing up. Mostly they’re lightening quick hugs as Dick snatched something from a plate but sometimes they’re longer ones.

“Master Dick!” Alfred admonishes warmly as Dick’s arms wrap around his waist. It’s easy to forget sometimes just how much the young man has grown from the traumatised child Bruce brought home from the circus.

“What’ya making?” Dick asks curiously, his chin resting on Alfred’s shoulder as the old servant scattered flour over the board.

“Master Jason has been a touch despondent of late. I thought perhaps some of his favourite choc chip cookies might be in order.” Alfred can feel Dick’s grin against his cheek. “I thought I might also make some white chocolate ones for you.”

“I don’t think any of us say it enough Alfred but thank you.” Dick squeezes him for a moment before snatching up one of the uncooked balls of dough, dancing out of range as Alfred smacks at him with a floury hand.

Alfred watched him go and returns to his work, a smile on his lips.

***

With Tim it’s a different game entirely. Dick is such a physical being and it maddens him to see how touch-shy Tim is. Dick worries that without the proper affection Tim will never be comfortable around other people so he makes it his mission to fix that... at least that’s how it started.

Bruce and Alfred are out following a lead so Dick and Tim have the run of the manor. Tim is lost in the case when Dick finds him. Wondering down a corridor, paperwork in hand, Tim is unaware of Dick’s presences till long arms wrap around him.

“Dick!” Tim growls, covering the startled jump in his voice.

“Shh.” Dick croons, holding the unyieldingly tense teenager. He strokes the youth’s back till Tim relaxes slightly in his arms. “This case has you too wound up. You need to blow off some steam.” 

“I need to work this out.” Tim flourishes the paperwork at him.

“And I need to work these out.” Dick drags his thumbs over the knot-work of muscle in Tim’s shoulders, smiling as he raises a moan from the boy. “You’ll be no help to anyone if you pull something.”

Dick drags Tim into the nearest bedroom which, coincidently, is Dick’s and strips the teenager of his shirt. Tim surrenders, letting Dick press him face down to the mattress and straddle him as Dick’s talented fingers steadily work out weeks of tension.

As Tim relaxes under his hands, Dick softens his touches, brushing his fingers down Tim’s sides with the barest hint of nails to make the youth shiver. “Babybird?” He leans in close, his breath ghosting the soft skin behind Tim’s ear.

They’re both hard and they both know it. Tim rolls under Dick, meeting his brother’s gaze with hooded eyes and presses against him by way of consent. Dick strips them both in record time and reached for the lube but Tim catches his hand.

“I’m not...” the youth starts, a blush spreading over his skin. “I’m not ready for that. Not yet.”

“I understand,” Dick whispers, kissing him gently as he rocks against the smooth skin of Tim’s hip.

They move together, slow and gently till they are both breathing hard and each thrust becomes a frantic race to completion. Dick throws his head back, crying shamelessly in his release but doesn’t waste a second in rolling them over and pulling the younger man up and into his mouth. Tim whimpers as Dick swallows him whole, drinking his release with unrelenting determination.

Dick holds Tim tight, breaking his fall as the youth collapses in his arms and easing him back down to the bed. Sweaty and sticky they laid together; Dick’s fingers tracing the worried furrow of Tim’s brow. “What is it?”

“I’m sorry. For not being ready. I know I’m making you wait but I’m just not sure-”

Dick cuts him off with a kiss. “There’s nothing to be sorry for.” His fingers brush through Tim’s hair. “All I want is for you to be happy. No rush, no pressure.”

As Tim nods and curls up in his arms, Dick kisses the top of his head and smiles at how constantly privileged he feels to be Tim’s first.

***

Dick never hugs Damian, except the hold him down when he’s getting too riled up and needs to be taken down a peg. Alfred tried when Damian was injured but the little hell-spawn (yes, thank you Jason) seemed to take comfort as a personal insult. It took all of Dick’s self control not desk the brat after the names he’d called their oldest and dearest friend.

It took Damian nearly dying to get though to him. The boy’s skin was cold with shock and blood-loss by the time Dick and Tim could reach him. Dick closes his hand around Damian’s, whispering words of comfort almost automatically as Tim uses the laser saw to cut away the Batmobile’s mangled remains.

As soon as he’s free Dick pulls Damian into his lap, holding him carefully so Tim can check him over for injuries. “You’re safe now Robin. We’ll get you home. You’re safe.” Dick knows Damien wouldn’t want to hear it but the words came anyway.

“We can move him.” Tim mutters, opening the back door of the black Buick so Dick can lay Damian down and climb in with him.

As they drive home slowly, Damian’s grip on Dick’s hand never relents. “I thought I was going to die.” The boy starts, almost talking to himself. “But I realised I didn’t want to.” It sounds like a confession more than a revelation and Dick tightens his grip, holding Robin close till they reach to the cave.

***

Roy barely has time to look up from show he’s watching before Dick is on top of him – a flying, crash tackle hug that starts from the door and ends with Roy flattened to the couch. “Bad day I take it?” He manages between passionate kisses.

“Pretty bad.” Dick pants, licking his way into Roy’s mouth and worrying his best friend’s bottom lip. “Damian crashed the car and nearly died.”

“So not a complete loss then?” Roy gasps as Dick licks and bite a path down his throat. 

Dick’s reply is something between a moan and a growl as he tears Roy’s shirt open, mouthing his friend’s chest with bruising ferocity.

Roy stifles a groan, burying his hands in Dick’s hair as his buttons bounce off the furniture. It’s a good thing Lian isn’t home, there was no stopping Dick when he gets like this. It’s an agreement that goes back to their Titan days – a pressure valve that keeps them both sane... even if Dick needs it more and more since taking on the cowl.

Roy throws his head back, moaning uncontrollably as his fly joins his shirt buttons and Dick pushes him back onto the couch. He’s going to be sore before this is over but neither of them mind it a bit rough and Dick’s tender afterglow hugs easily make up for the bruises.

Comments

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

Daw~~ :D

Thank you so much! :D Clearly I just needed Dick hugs. |D

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Who doesn't! Dick hugs are all good! (and that doesn't sound at all weird out of context...)

[ms-duck.livejournal.com]

They are the cure for everything. (not at all...)

[faile-neume.livejournal.com]

Oh hello hotness and adorableness and sweetness. This was beautiful and so very Dick.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Glad it worked. He's just so much fun.

[the-protagonist.livejournal.com]

Awe. I love how Dick communicates with his hugs!

And as an aside, Damian!Hugs, ftw.

[munnin-odanin.livejournal.com]

Thanks. I love writing Dick - he's just such a fun person.

Oh Damian. Little demon spawn of a child!

Thanks for commenting.