Fic: Interlude of Cost
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munninTitle: Interlude of Cost
Characters: Jay, Damian.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: references to previous sexual situations involving Damian
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 cleaning up my folders and found this – it’s an interlude written for The height of the cost. It sits just before the last paragraph. Helps to have read Price Paid first.
The blood was everywhere. On his skin, his gloves, his costume. He knew, at an intellectual level that it would be messy. So many veins in that area of the body and with such increased blood flow...
But blood on Dick’s colours felt...so wrong.
Slade was on the floor in a spreading pool of blood, passed out from the shock.
Damian knew he should be moving, knew he should be finishing his business here but...he licked his lips, tasting blood and the older man’s sweat where Slade’s fingers had...
“D?” Jay called from the window ledge. “Kid, it’s time to go.”
“Emergency services.” Damian muttered. “He needs...”
“It’s done kid.” Jay called urgently, “They’re on their way. Now move!”
Damian snapped back to himself, grabbing Slade’s eye patch and wiped his fingerprints off the bedpost. They moved across the rooftops in silence till Jay whistled and beckoned Damian to follow him.
Jay leant into a skylight, unlocking it and dropping into the room below, Damian at his heel. “It’s alright D.” Jay muttered, shedding his jacket. “The place belongs to a friend. We’re good here.” He pulled a garbage bag and a change of clothes for D out of his pack. “Shower’s though there. Get cleaned up and bag the suit. I’ll get rid it.”
Damian nodded, obeying on autopilot. Once safely locked in the bathroom he shed the wet costume, bagging it carefully to ensure no blood touched the floor.
The hot water hit his skin like a blessing and he closed his eyes.
Slade’s thumb on his lips, insistent but almost tender...
The man’s hand on his thigh...
His whispered suggestions...
The all too clear image of Dick trembling under Slade’s touch...
His body’s own traitorous reactions...
He shivered, hating himself for way he’d reacted to Slade’s touch. He’d known what he’d intended from the moment he set foot in the man’s apartment and yet...
He flipped the taps off and towelled himself down, forcing the thought back. It was the thrill knowing he would punish the man who hurt his brother... nothing more...
Jay was waiting from him when he got out, hipflask in hand. “Drink.”
“What is it?” D asked cautiously, sniffing at the liquid, his nose wrinkling.
Jay crouched as he double-bagged the blood soaked costume. “Bourbon. Just drink it. It’ll help.”
Damian knocked back the drink, coughing as the burn ripped down his throat and settled in his belly. “Unpleasant.” He muttered, screwing closed the cap.
“Yeah but it gets the job done.” Jay stowed everything back in his bag and stood up, gripping his brother’s chin. “You good?”
The boy met his gaze with stern control, his eyes bright and clear. It was knowing his brother’s defiler would be punished that caused his excitement, nothing more. “I am.”
“S’what I wanted to hear.” He patted Damian’s shoulder. “Let get moving. You have something you need to deliver to Dick.”
Damian glanced down to the trophy in his hand – Slade’s eye patch. “Yes. Yes I do.”
Characters: Jay, Damian.
Fandom: Band!AU
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: references to previous sexual situations involving Damian
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 cleaning up my folders and found this – it’s an interlude written for The height of the cost. It sits just before the last paragraph. Helps to have read Price Paid first.
The blood was everywhere. On his skin, his gloves, his costume. He knew, at an intellectual level that it would be messy. So many veins in that area of the body and with such increased blood flow...
But blood on Dick’s colours felt...so wrong.
Slade was on the floor in a spreading pool of blood, passed out from the shock.
Damian knew he should be moving, knew he should be finishing his business here but...he licked his lips, tasting blood and the older man’s sweat where Slade’s fingers had...
“D?” Jay called from the window ledge. “Kid, it’s time to go.”
“Emergency services.” Damian muttered. “He needs...”
“It’s done kid.” Jay called urgently, “They’re on their way. Now move!”
Damian snapped back to himself, grabbing Slade’s eye patch and wiped his fingerprints off the bedpost. They moved across the rooftops in silence till Jay whistled and beckoned Damian to follow him.
Jay leant into a skylight, unlocking it and dropping into the room below, Damian at his heel. “It’s alright D.” Jay muttered, shedding his jacket. “The place belongs to a friend. We’re good here.” He pulled a garbage bag and a change of clothes for D out of his pack. “Shower’s though there. Get cleaned up and bag the suit. I’ll get rid it.”
Damian nodded, obeying on autopilot. Once safely locked in the bathroom he shed the wet costume, bagging it carefully to ensure no blood touched the floor.
The hot water hit his skin like a blessing and he closed his eyes.
Slade’s thumb on his lips, insistent but almost tender...
The man’s hand on his thigh...
His whispered suggestions...
The all too clear image of Dick trembling under Slade’s touch...
His body’s own traitorous reactions...
He shivered, hating himself for way he’d reacted to Slade’s touch. He’d known what he’d intended from the moment he set foot in the man’s apartment and yet...
He flipped the taps off and towelled himself down, forcing the thought back. It was the thrill knowing he would punish the man who hurt his brother... nothing more...
Jay was waiting from him when he got out, hipflask in hand. “Drink.”
“What is it?” D asked cautiously, sniffing at the liquid, his nose wrinkling.
Jay crouched as he double-bagged the blood soaked costume. “Bourbon. Just drink it. It’ll help.”
Damian knocked back the drink, coughing as the burn ripped down his throat and settled in his belly. “Unpleasant.” He muttered, screwing closed the cap.
“Yeah but it gets the job done.” Jay stowed everything back in his bag and stood up, gripping his brother’s chin. “You good?”
The boy met his gaze with stern control, his eyes bright and clear. It was knowing his brother’s defiler would be punished that caused his excitement, nothing more. “I am.”
“S’what I wanted to hear.” He patted Damian’s shoulder. “Let get moving. You have something you need to deliver to Dick.”
Damian glanced down to the trophy in his hand – Slade’s eye patch. “Yes. Yes I do.”