Fic: By the water’s edge
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munninTitle: By the water’s edge
Pairing: Tony Stark/Dick Grayson
Fandom: DCU/Marvel crossover
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: written as a gift for ms_duck in response to her ficlet here. Thanks Ducky, hope you’re doing ok.
Dick was quick to dump his helmet on the couch and was leaning over the veranda rail. “Private beach?” The youth asked, his long black hair ruffled by the wind.
“Private,” Tony crooned, leaning against the rail at Dick’s side, “and secluded.”
Dick’s grin was bright and seductive. “My kinda beach.”
“So,” Tony started, wondering back towards the house, “Shall I grab us some trunks?” but Dick was already gone, vaulting the rail and shedding his jacket as he ran down to the water.
“Oh boy.” Tony sighed, pouring himself another whisky and wondering down the stretch of sand, following the trail of discarded clothes.
Dick was frolicking. There was no other word from it. His lithe body appeared and disappeared among the waves, the water beading off his skin like diamonds in the setting sun.
Tony sat down on sand, sipping his drink and watching the young man play. There was something obscenely beautiful about the way Dick moved, he was so... free, so unfettered.
Dick wondered out of the surf, shaking the salt water out of his hair. “Enjoying the view?” He asked teasingly as Tony leant back on his elbows to look up at the young man.
“Oh yes.” Tony hummed, looking Dick up and down with a salacious eye. The young man was stripped down to his briefs, the wet cloth clinging tight to the curves of his hips. “Aren’t you cold?”
Dick grinned and shook his head, stepping over Tony’s legs as he dropped to his knees, straddling Tony’s hips. “I use to patrol in shorts through the Gotham winter. Believe me, the water’s perfect.” He dropped his hands to Tony’s shoulders, pressing the older man back to the sand. “Now that dance?”
“Dance?” Tony asked, reaching up to brush Dick’s dripping hair back behind his ear.
“Hmm,” Dick purred, pushing his wet hands under Tony’s jacket. “The dance we were having on the road.”
“Oh. That dance.” Tony grinned, shuffling out of his jacket as Dick attacked his shirt. “You seem very happy in the water.”
“I miss the ocean.” Dick whispered, leaning to nuzzle Tony’s neck. “My circus use to camp out by the sea during the off season.”
Tony let his hands wonder over the pale expanse of Dick’s back, tracing the curves and interruptions of the young man’s scars. “Do you miss that life?”
Dick sat up and leaning back against Tony’s bent knees. “I miss my parents but...” he shrugged, “Life goes on.”
Tony brushed his thumb over Dick’s lips, cupping the young man’s cheek. Behind the smiles and laughter, behind Dick’s free and easy nature was an orphaned child, making his own way in the world. In that moment Tony could see the boy Bruce took in. “I’m sorry.” Tony whispered, stroking Dick’s cheek.
Dick cocked his head, looking at Tony with a lopsided smile, crossing his wrists above his head as he stretched slowly, his back popping. “God that feels good. I wish I still had my board. I bet the surfing here is fantastic.”
“I’ll get Jarvis pull you up some surf reports. You’re welcome to use the boards in the shed.” Tony commented, tracing a race of goosebumps as they broke out over Dick’s skin. “Cold yet?”
“Not at all.” Dick breathed, trembling slightly as Tony’s fingers swept low on his stomach, “I’m good here.”
Tony grinned as Dick shuddered to his touch. “Aren’t you just.” He dragged his hands over Dick’s skin, tacky with salt and teased his thumbs under the wet cloth of the young man’s briefs. “You good with this?” He asked in all seriousness. He won’t usually worry so much but... being with Dick didn’t feel like just a casual fling.
“Would I be here if I didn’t want this?” Dick ducked his head to lick his way into Tony’s mouth, grinding himself against Tony’s now damp groin. “I know what I’m getting myself in for Tony. I want this as much as you do.” He shrugged, rubbing his cheek against Tony’s beard. “Tell you the truth; it’s been a while since-”
“Shh.” Tony whispered, burying a hand in Dick’s hair and pulling the youth back up to kiss him deeply. There was a sadness in Dick’s voice, an almost lonely edge. From what little Tony had seen from Bruce, the life of a Bat didn’t leave much time for companionship. “Let’s not waste any time.” He pushed the youth back against his knees and diving his hand down the front of Dick’s briefs.
Dick arched back, moaning deliciously as Tony wrapped a hand around his cock. “Tony... Tony please!”
“I’ve got you beautiful. Just let me take care of you.” He stroked the youth slow and tight, twisting his wrists sharply every now and then, keeping Dick just on edge for as long as possible. Tony wasn’t sure what he expected when Dick accepted his invitation to come down the coast but he knew what he wanted now. He wanted to worship this stunning young man; he wanted to take care of Dick, to make love to him in as many ways as possible. He wanted to banish the loneliness and sadness in Dick’s voice and replace it with moans of pleasure.
Tony tightened his grip, tangling a hand in Dick’s hair as the young man cried out in realise. “I’ve got you.” he whispered, kissing the soft skin behind Dick’s ear as the young man collapsed into his embrace.
“Thank you.” Dick whispered, relaxing into Tony’s arms, shuddering carelessly with the aftershocks of orgasm.
“Don’t thank me yet.” Tony teased, kissing Dick deeply, “I’m not finished with you.”
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Date: 2010-03-01 06:07 am (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2010-03-01 10:16 am (UTC)Street party Part 1
Date: 2010-03-01 10:18 am (UTC)“Just take it easy buddy.” Tony said cheerfully, staring down the barrel of the gun. It was moments like this he was acutely aware that without his suit he was just another guy on the street, getting mugged by a dude with a gun.
And judging by the guy’s pupils and twitch that ran up and down his arms, this dude with a gun was coming down from something bad. It was taking all of Tony’s self control not the run his mouth off. Right not that would probable get him killed.
“Gimme!” the guy twitched, “Gimme your wallet.”
The gun wavered dangerously as Tony reached from his pocket.
“I’m not carrying a weapon.” Tony assured, keeping his hands out in the clear. He had planned to but Pepper had forbidden him from taking the hand-cannons to charity event.
“Yeah but I am.” A voice from above called.
There was a THUNK as a solid body landed between them. Tony got a quick flash of black leather and a red mask before he was thrown against the wall, bullets peppering the stonework around him. One shot clipped his arm and he went down, covering his bleeding bicep.
There was a high pitched, almost girlish scream that ended in a wet gurgle and the tweaker hit the concrete and scrambled away.
“God I hate junkies.” The young man muttered, wiping the blood off the kris blade in his hand. “You alright?”
Tony shrugged, clutching his shoulder. The guy was in his early twenties maybe and solidly built, all muscle with a rakish streak of white in his dark hair.
“Gimme a look.” The youth pried his hand back, tearing Tony’s sleeve to eye the cut. “It’s not that deep.”
“Thanks.” Tony muttered, breathing in the young man’s scent of grease and sweat, strong and richly masculine. There was something about him...maybe it was just the mask but... “What do they call you?”
“Red Hood.” The youth replied guardedly.
“Well then Red,” Tony purred, “however can I thank you?”
The youth chuckled darkly, climbing to his feet. “Oh I can think of a few things.”
Street party Part 2
Date: 2010-03-01 10:19 am (UTC)“You’re serious about this.” The young man growled, more pleased than questioning. He flipped his belt open, dropping his fly with an almost challenging look.
Tony licked his lips almost unconsciously as the young man drew out his cock, already half hard from the fight. Tony leant in, lapping at the dewed head.
Red buried his gloved hands in Tony’s hair, pushing himself past Tony’s lips and deep into his mouth, groaning softly as Tony took him into his throat with ease. “You’re a decent cock-sucker for a rich boy Stark.”
Tony hummed, slightly gratified at being recognised and scraped his teeth leisurely up the young man’s length.
Red groaned deeply, tightening his grip in Tony’s hair as his hips jerked in short, sharp thrusts as he come hard in the billionaire’s mouth.
Tony smiled, climbing to his feet and licking his lips. “Thank for the rescue.” He purred, suddenly cut off as Red kissed him hard, licking his way into Tony’s mouth.
Tony let himself be pushed against the wall as the young man devoured his mouth, searching for any taste of himself. Tony rested his head against the stone as they broke for air. “You’re a decent kisser for a Robin, Todd.”
Red threw him against the wall, hard enough to make Tony’s head spin. “Who the fuck are you Stark? How do you know that name?”
Tony let himself grin. It wasn’t any safer to be running his mouth off now than it had been earlier but it was definitely more fun. “I know your brothers.” He smirked, letting Jason push him against the wall. “You should call Dick sometime. He’s worried about you.”
“Bastard.” Jason growled, his hands fisted in Tony’s jacket. There was a depth of feeling to the young man’s curse that made Tony think maybe it wasn’t aimed at him. “What else has the golden child told you? Apart from giving away my identity.”
“Oh he didn’t give you away. You gave yourself away.” Tony crooned, leaning in to nuzzle the side of Jason’s neck. “The mask, the way you move, the way you fight...” he bit lightly on Jason’s earlobe, dragging it between his teeth, relishing the shudder that ran though the young man’s body. “The noises you make when you come... you’re all bat.”
Jason growled, pressing himself against Tony, dragging a hand up the front of Tony’s leg to cup the bludge in the older man’s pants. “Gotta kink for Robins Stark?”
“Strong, capable young men who can handle themselves in a fight? Who can resist that?” Tony purred, bucking up into Jason’s touch as the young man reached in to his pants to stroke him roughly. It didn’t take long before Tony was moaning into the young man’s throat, spilling over into Red Hood’s glove.
“Slut.” Jason growled, smearing Tony’s release over the billionaire’s lips and licking it off with sharp, hot kisses. “Tell the golden child he knows where to find me but he better come armed. I still play rough.”
There was the whoosh of a jumpline and Jason disappeared into the dark. It took Tony a moment to realise his wallet was gone with him.
Re: Street party Part 1
Date: 2010-03-01 01:43 pm (UTC)Re: Street party Part 1
Date: 2010-03-01 09:06 pm (UTC)