Fic - Rooftop games
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munninTitle: Rooftop games
Characters: Dick, Tim, Connor, Roy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17 but only just...
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: I was having a conversation with JD about the Arrow boys and the Bat boys playing around but it didn’t work out as hot as I was hoping...
Their comm. crackled into life as soon as they crossed the border into Gotham City.
You’re entering Gotham uninvited Arrow. A dark voice growled in their ears, sudden and menacing enough to make Connor swerve his bike.
Roy gestured from them to pull over and the two bikes moved in tandem onto the shoulder.
“Uninvited,” Roy replied with a faint smile as he flipped his visor up. “But clearly not unexpected.”
But still unwelcome. The voice growled.
Connor glanced over at his brother quizzically. They all knew Gotham was Batman’s territory. Why was Roy risking a confrontation with the city’s protector?
But Roy was still grinning.
“Really?” Roy purred into his comm. “Tell me I’m unwelcome? Tell the truth?”
Connor climbed off the bike and backed away. He knew Roy had a masochistic streak but...flirting with Batman? Surely that was going too far. “Arsenal? Are you sure this is wise?”
Roy flailed at him to be quiet, a grin lighting up his face. “Come on Bats, tell me you don’t want me?”
There was a distinctly unBatmanish chuckle down the line that all of a sudden sounded a lot like Nightwing. You’re so lucky the boss is out of town. He’d have torn you a new one for that line.
“Yeah right Shortpants!” Roy hummed sarcastically, “Like I’d rock up in Gotham unannounced if I knew Batman was home. Ollie’s with the League too, hence the weekend off. Thought I’d come visit.”
So Speedy? Connor could hear Nightwing’s grin down the line. Standard city rules?
“Bring it Shortpants!” Roy growled, kicking his bike into action. “Just so you know, I have Connor.”
I have Tim. Dick countered.
“Oh you’re so on!” Roy crowed, flicking his visor closed, He revved the bike, his back wheel skidding on the loose gravel as he took off.
Connor had to push to catch up as Roy sped away. “Excuse me Brother?” He asked through their helmet radios, “but what did you just agree to?”
“City tag.” Roy explained, gunning the bike along the exit ramp. “We park the bikes in one of the Bat-bases and make our way on foot. The aim of the game is to reach the clock tower before the Bats do.” Roy signalled a back road as they entered the city. “City rules mean non-lethal tags only and nothing that endangers anyone’s identity. Anyone who gets tagged has to go back to ten blocks and start again.”
Connor shucked his helmet as they parked the bikes in an underground garage. “So...this is a training exercise?”
Roy laughed as he shed his jacket and pulled his bow from where it was secured to the bike’s frame. “No, little brother, this is a game.” He strapped on his quiver, checking though his arrows. “And a matter of pride.” His grin was dangerous and bright. “Can’t be beaten by the Bat-brats now can we?”
Connor felt them slip into a rhythm as they took off across the roof tops, a pattern of protection and partnership that came from months of training together. Sometimes it surprised Connor just how completely he’d come to trust Roy, both as a brother and as a partner in the field.
There was a shadow on the rooftop ahead and Roy caught hold of his shoulder. “Tim.” Roy pointed, whispering gleeful, “He’s scouting ahead of Dick.” There was something almost hunger about Roy’s tone and Connor found himself wondering what else was going on with this game. “Flank around and draw Dick away. I’ll take Tim.”
Instinctively Connor moved, shooting his jump line to flank as Roy ducked into the shadows, following Robin’s every move.
Within a couple of building Connor realised he’d lost his target. He paused on the rooftop, scanning the area but Nightwing was nowhere to be seen. Unsure of his next move, Connor circled around, aiming to rendezvous with Arsenal.
But the sight that greeted him as he backtracked stopped him dead. In the roof ahead of him, framed in the moonlight was Arsenal, his expression hungry as he buried his hand in Robin’s dark hair, dragging the young man into a kiss.
Robin went willingly, his pale face glowing in the fading light, his eyes slipping closed as Roy ravished his mouth.
Over the space between them Connor could just make out Roy’s whispered words. “Gotta babybird.”
“Hmm.” Robin hummed into the kiss. “So you have.”
“Do you forfeit?” The older archer asked.
Robin looked up a Roy, his eyes wide and vulnerable even behind the mask. “Do I have a choice?” He let his head fall back as Roy’s hands tightened in his hair.
“I caught you babybird.” Roy growled, pushing Robin to his knees. “You’re mine.”
Connor felt his breath catch on his throat, unable to look away as Roy unzipped his pants and dragged his erect cock over Robin’s lips.
Robin’s blade-shaped tongue shot out, catching the pearls of pre-come that glistened in the light, pooling around the ring that pieced the head of Roy’s dick.
“God yeah.” Roy moaned rocking up and into the young man’s mouth.
Connor bit his lip to silence a moan of his own as he watched his brother ride Robin’s face. He admired Robin, respecting him as a strong leader and a talented detective but never had he allowed himself to think of the youngest of the Batclan as a sexually being.
And yet there he was; his firm lips wrapped around Roy’s cock, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed...
And Roy! Arsenal’s head was thrown back in pleasure as he pumped his hips, his gloved hands buried in Robin’s hair.
“Oh yeah.” Roy gasped, “God Babybird, so good.” He reached behind himself, grabbing the ventilation duct to hold himself up as Robin sucked and swallowed around him. He stroked the youth’s face, clutching at Robin’s hair. “God yeah.”
Connor could see the need on Roy’s face, the open pleasure as he came with a groan, spilling into Tim’s mouth.
Cum dribbled over Robin’s lips as Roy pulled out. The archer rubbing his thumb over the young man’s swollen mouth. “Beautiful.” Roy whispered, pressing his thumb in for Robin to suck. “So beautiful like this. Always want you on your knees.” But rather than smug, Roy sounded winded, shattered, broken...
And Connor found himself panting with need of his own...
“Inspiring aren’t they?” Nightwing whispered, wrapping his arms around Connor’s waist.
Connor swung around hard, trying to bring his bow up fast enough but Nightwing had hold of his wrists, pushing the arrow aside before he could nock it.
“To be honest I’m pretty sure Robin allowed Arsenal to tag him.” Dick continued conversationally as Connor shouldered his bow and dropped into a kick. “He seemed pretty keen to play when we clocked the pair of you crossing the city limits.” He dodged neatly, pushed Connor’s ankle up and away in an elegant block. “Did your brother explain the rules?”
“Yes but I feel that perhaps I may have missed something.” Connor admitted as he blocked Nightwing’s strike. “I was under the impression this was a training exercise.”
“In a manner of speaking.” Dick admitted, catching the straps of Connor’s quiver and using his momentum to throw the young man down. “It’s also an exercise in knowing how to blow off steam.”
Connor rolled, dropping his quiver as he did, depriving Nightwing of the handhold. “Am I to understand you and my brother have trained this way before?”
“Many time!” Dick grinned. “Since we were Titans together in fact.” Connor twisted out of his grip. “Roy mentioned you’ve been having issues with Ollie lately, he thought a change of scene might help.”
Connor growled under his breath. “I wasn’t aware Arsenal made a practice of discussing my private life with others.”
“Don’t think badly of him Connor, he’s worried about you.” Dick folded under the strike, shifting the force as Connor’s hand came down hard on his shoulder. “And I know what you’re going through. It’s not easy trying to live up to someone else’s idea of who you should be. We’ve all been there.”
Connor gasped as Dick landed a solid kick against his calves, hard enough to knock him to his knees.
Dick caught him as he went down, wrapping his arms tight around Connor’s waist. “I’ve got you.” Dick whispered, folding his legs under him and lowering Connor into his lap. “Catch your breath.”
Connor took a moment to steady his breathing. Nightwing lived up to his reputation – startlingly fast and far more flexible than any non-meta human had a right to be.
“Tag.” Dick smiled playfully as Connor’s breathing levelled out.
“I suppose I must forfeit.” Connor muttered, pushing to his knees, his eyes downcast. “I understand it is within the rules for me to submit-” a finger on his lips stopped him mid-sentence.
“Connor no.” Dick said forcefully, touching Connor’s chin and bringing him up to look the young man in the eye. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. The game’s about having fun and blowing off stream, not submitting to anything.” He brushed his fingers gently over Connor’s dark cheek. “Or anyone.”
“But Robin?” Connor asked in confusion.
“Roy and Tim have been playing this game for a while too; they know what they want from each other.”
“But I thought...the way Robin surrendered himself...”
Dick smiled, cocking his eyebrow. “You watched them Connor. You saw the way Roy lost control under Tim’s touch. Can you honestly tell me it was Tim who surrendered?”
“I...” Connor started but the recollection of his brother’s face, lost in ecstasy rose in his mind. “Oh...I see.”
Dick chuckled. “This weekend’s about relaxing and giving yourself a chance to get your head back together Connor.” He stroked a hand though Connor’s blond hair. “Tim, Roy and I are here for you. Whatever you need.”
Connor relaxed into Dick’s touch. “You are a good friend. I see why Roy trusts you.”
“Do you trust me?” Dick asked earnestly.
“I...” Connor stammered, feeling a blush work up his face. “Yes.”
Dick shifted up onto his knees, cupping Connor’s cheek. “Then let me chose your forfeit.”
Connor shuddered under Nightwing’s hand, feeling his body rise to Dick’s touch. “Nightwing...I...”
Dick cupped his cheek and drew him in. “For you Connor.” Dick whispered and kissed him.
Connor felt as if he was falling...flying. Dick’s mouth against his made him feel safe and cherished. The warm press of his lips demanded nothing and offered everything.
“Come back to Robin’s nest with us.” Dick whispered, his lips brushing against Connor’s skin. “You’re among friends, family. You can be yourself here.”
“Thank you.” Connor whispered.
Dick grinned and pressed another quick kiss to Connor’s lips. “Race you!” and he shot across the rooftop in a streak of black and blue.
A gentle hand rested on Connor’s shoulder as he tried to pull himself together. “You alright?” Roy asked, helping him to his feet.
“I...it’s...” Connor found himself touching his lips in shaky wonder.
Roy grinned, “Yeah. Kissing Dick will do that to you.”
“He...I...”
Roy cupped his cheek just as Dick had. “Makes you feel special doesn’t he?”
“Very much so.” Connor whispered, “I see now why he is so important to you.” He pulled away a step. “I hope I have not overstepped-”
“Don’t even think it.” Roy silenced him. “I’m not jealous. Dickie and I’ve never been exclusive and I wouldn’t brought you here if I didn’t think he and Tim could help.” He tapped his younger brother on the nose. “Come on. Tim’s place isn’t far and that boy has a kingsize bed waiting for us.”
Connor shook his head and followed his brother towards Robin’s base. This was going to be an interesting weekend!
Characters: Dick, Tim, Connor, Roy
Fandom: DCU
Rating: NC-17 but only just...
Disclaimer: All fun, no cash.
Author’s notes: 100% organic. May contain minor flaws and imperfections that beta-treated slash wouldn’t.
Summary: I was having a conversation with JD about the Arrow boys and the Bat boys playing around but it didn’t work out as hot as I was hoping...
Their comm. crackled into life as soon as they crossed the border into Gotham City.
You’re entering Gotham uninvited Arrow. A dark voice growled in their ears, sudden and menacing enough to make Connor swerve his bike.
Roy gestured from them to pull over and the two bikes moved in tandem onto the shoulder.
“Uninvited,” Roy replied with a faint smile as he flipped his visor up. “But clearly not unexpected.”
But still unwelcome. The voice growled.
Connor glanced over at his brother quizzically. They all knew Gotham was Batman’s territory. Why was Roy risking a confrontation with the city’s protector?
But Roy was still grinning.
“Really?” Roy purred into his comm. “Tell me I’m unwelcome? Tell the truth?”
Connor climbed off the bike and backed away. He knew Roy had a masochistic streak but...flirting with Batman? Surely that was going too far. “Arsenal? Are you sure this is wise?”
Roy flailed at him to be quiet, a grin lighting up his face. “Come on Bats, tell me you don’t want me?”
There was a distinctly unBatmanish chuckle down the line that all of a sudden sounded a lot like Nightwing. You’re so lucky the boss is out of town. He’d have torn you a new one for that line.
“Yeah right Shortpants!” Roy hummed sarcastically, “Like I’d rock up in Gotham unannounced if I knew Batman was home. Ollie’s with the League too, hence the weekend off. Thought I’d come visit.”
So Speedy? Connor could hear Nightwing’s grin down the line. Standard city rules?
“Bring it Shortpants!” Roy growled, kicking his bike into action. “Just so you know, I have Connor.”
I have Tim. Dick countered.
“Oh you’re so on!” Roy crowed, flicking his visor closed, He revved the bike, his back wheel skidding on the loose gravel as he took off.
Connor had to push to catch up as Roy sped away. “Excuse me Brother?” He asked through their helmet radios, “but what did you just agree to?”
“City tag.” Roy explained, gunning the bike along the exit ramp. “We park the bikes in one of the Bat-bases and make our way on foot. The aim of the game is to reach the clock tower before the Bats do.” Roy signalled a back road as they entered the city. “City rules mean non-lethal tags only and nothing that endangers anyone’s identity. Anyone who gets tagged has to go back to ten blocks and start again.”
Connor shucked his helmet as they parked the bikes in an underground garage. “So...this is a training exercise?”
Roy laughed as he shed his jacket and pulled his bow from where it was secured to the bike’s frame. “No, little brother, this is a game.” He strapped on his quiver, checking though his arrows. “And a matter of pride.” His grin was dangerous and bright. “Can’t be beaten by the Bat-brats now can we?”
Connor felt them slip into a rhythm as they took off across the roof tops, a pattern of protection and partnership that came from months of training together. Sometimes it surprised Connor just how completely he’d come to trust Roy, both as a brother and as a partner in the field.
There was a shadow on the rooftop ahead and Roy caught hold of his shoulder. “Tim.” Roy pointed, whispering gleeful, “He’s scouting ahead of Dick.” There was something almost hunger about Roy’s tone and Connor found himself wondering what else was going on with this game. “Flank around and draw Dick away. I’ll take Tim.”
Instinctively Connor moved, shooting his jump line to flank as Roy ducked into the shadows, following Robin’s every move.
Within a couple of building Connor realised he’d lost his target. He paused on the rooftop, scanning the area but Nightwing was nowhere to be seen. Unsure of his next move, Connor circled around, aiming to rendezvous with Arsenal.
But the sight that greeted him as he backtracked stopped him dead. In the roof ahead of him, framed in the moonlight was Arsenal, his expression hungry as he buried his hand in Robin’s dark hair, dragging the young man into a kiss.
Robin went willingly, his pale face glowing in the fading light, his eyes slipping closed as Roy ravished his mouth.
Over the space between them Connor could just make out Roy’s whispered words. “Gotta babybird.”
“Hmm.” Robin hummed into the kiss. “So you have.”
“Do you forfeit?” The older archer asked.
Robin looked up a Roy, his eyes wide and vulnerable even behind the mask. “Do I have a choice?” He let his head fall back as Roy’s hands tightened in his hair.
“I caught you babybird.” Roy growled, pushing Robin to his knees. “You’re mine.”
Connor felt his breath catch on his throat, unable to look away as Roy unzipped his pants and dragged his erect cock over Robin’s lips.
Robin’s blade-shaped tongue shot out, catching the pearls of pre-come that glistened in the light, pooling around the ring that pieced the head of Roy’s dick.
“God yeah.” Roy moaned rocking up and into the young man’s mouth.
Connor bit his lip to silence a moan of his own as he watched his brother ride Robin’s face. He admired Robin, respecting him as a strong leader and a talented detective but never had he allowed himself to think of the youngest of the Batclan as a sexually being.
And yet there he was; his firm lips wrapped around Roy’s cock, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallowed...
And Roy! Arsenal’s head was thrown back in pleasure as he pumped his hips, his gloved hands buried in Robin’s hair.
“Oh yeah.” Roy gasped, “God Babybird, so good.” He reached behind himself, grabbing the ventilation duct to hold himself up as Robin sucked and swallowed around him. He stroked the youth’s face, clutching at Robin’s hair. “God yeah.”
Connor could see the need on Roy’s face, the open pleasure as he came with a groan, spilling into Tim’s mouth.
Cum dribbled over Robin’s lips as Roy pulled out. The archer rubbing his thumb over the young man’s swollen mouth. “Beautiful.” Roy whispered, pressing his thumb in for Robin to suck. “So beautiful like this. Always want you on your knees.” But rather than smug, Roy sounded winded, shattered, broken...
And Connor found himself panting with need of his own...
“Inspiring aren’t they?” Nightwing whispered, wrapping his arms around Connor’s waist.
Connor swung around hard, trying to bring his bow up fast enough but Nightwing had hold of his wrists, pushing the arrow aside before he could nock it.
“To be honest I’m pretty sure Robin allowed Arsenal to tag him.” Dick continued conversationally as Connor shouldered his bow and dropped into a kick. “He seemed pretty keen to play when we clocked the pair of you crossing the city limits.” He dodged neatly, pushed Connor’s ankle up and away in an elegant block. “Did your brother explain the rules?”
“Yes but I feel that perhaps I may have missed something.” Connor admitted as he blocked Nightwing’s strike. “I was under the impression this was a training exercise.”
“In a manner of speaking.” Dick admitted, catching the straps of Connor’s quiver and using his momentum to throw the young man down. “It’s also an exercise in knowing how to blow off steam.”
Connor rolled, dropping his quiver as he did, depriving Nightwing of the handhold. “Am I to understand you and my brother have trained this way before?”
“Many time!” Dick grinned. “Since we were Titans together in fact.” Connor twisted out of his grip. “Roy mentioned you’ve been having issues with Ollie lately, he thought a change of scene might help.”
Connor growled under his breath. “I wasn’t aware Arsenal made a practice of discussing my private life with others.”
“Don’t think badly of him Connor, he’s worried about you.” Dick folded under the strike, shifting the force as Connor’s hand came down hard on his shoulder. “And I know what you’re going through. It’s not easy trying to live up to someone else’s idea of who you should be. We’ve all been there.”
Connor gasped as Dick landed a solid kick against his calves, hard enough to knock him to his knees.
Dick caught him as he went down, wrapping his arms tight around Connor’s waist. “I’ve got you.” Dick whispered, folding his legs under him and lowering Connor into his lap. “Catch your breath.”
Connor took a moment to steady his breathing. Nightwing lived up to his reputation – startlingly fast and far more flexible than any non-meta human had a right to be.
“Tag.” Dick smiled playfully as Connor’s breathing levelled out.
“I suppose I must forfeit.” Connor muttered, pushing to his knees, his eyes downcast. “I understand it is within the rules for me to submit-” a finger on his lips stopped him mid-sentence.
“Connor no.” Dick said forcefully, touching Connor’s chin and bringing him up to look the young man in the eye. “You don’t have to do anything you don’t want to. The game’s about having fun and blowing off stream, not submitting to anything.” He brushed his fingers gently over Connor’s dark cheek. “Or anyone.”
“But Robin?” Connor asked in confusion.
“Roy and Tim have been playing this game for a while too; they know what they want from each other.”
“But I thought...the way Robin surrendered himself...”
Dick smiled, cocking his eyebrow. “You watched them Connor. You saw the way Roy lost control under Tim’s touch. Can you honestly tell me it was Tim who surrendered?”
“I...” Connor started but the recollection of his brother’s face, lost in ecstasy rose in his mind. “Oh...I see.”
Dick chuckled. “This weekend’s about relaxing and giving yourself a chance to get your head back together Connor.” He stroked a hand though Connor’s blond hair. “Tim, Roy and I are here for you. Whatever you need.”
Connor relaxed into Dick’s touch. “You are a good friend. I see why Roy trusts you.”
“Do you trust me?” Dick asked earnestly.
“I...” Connor stammered, feeling a blush work up his face. “Yes.”
Dick shifted up onto his knees, cupping Connor’s cheek. “Then let me chose your forfeit.”
Connor shuddered under Nightwing’s hand, feeling his body rise to Dick’s touch. “Nightwing...I...”
Dick cupped his cheek and drew him in. “For you Connor.” Dick whispered and kissed him.
Connor felt as if he was falling...flying. Dick’s mouth against his made him feel safe and cherished. The warm press of his lips demanded nothing and offered everything.
“Come back to Robin’s nest with us.” Dick whispered, his lips brushing against Connor’s skin. “You’re among friends, family. You can be yourself here.”
“Thank you.” Connor whispered.
Dick grinned and pressed another quick kiss to Connor’s lips. “Race you!” and he shot across the rooftop in a streak of black and blue.
A gentle hand rested on Connor’s shoulder as he tried to pull himself together. “You alright?” Roy asked, helping him to his feet.
“I...it’s...” Connor found himself touching his lips in shaky wonder.
Roy grinned, “Yeah. Kissing Dick will do that to you.”
“He...I...”
Roy cupped his cheek just as Dick had. “Makes you feel special doesn’t he?”
“Very much so.” Connor whispered, “I see now why he is so important to you.” He pulled away a step. “I hope I have not overstepped-”
“Don’t even think it.” Roy silenced him. “I’m not jealous. Dickie and I’ve never been exclusive and I wouldn’t brought you here if I didn’t think he and Tim could help.” He tapped his younger brother on the nose. “Come on. Tim’s place isn’t far and that boy has a kingsize bed waiting for us.”
Connor shook his head and followed his brother towards Robin’s base. This was going to be an interesting weekend!
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