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Dick couldn’t think properly. Too much chalky pollen had gotten into his nose and mouth. It was supposed to be a quiet patrol, no radios had gone off and there were no alerts from Oracle about rogues in the area.
Still, Dick and Bruce had accidentally walked into a cloud of Ivy’s potent, mind-bending aphrodisiacs – how it got there, Dick couldn’t say. All he knew was he needed to fuck something, and bad. The Batmobile ate the road like an animal, Bruce’s fists gripping the steering wheel so hard Dick thought it might shatter if he moved too fast.
Bruce himself wasn’t faring much better, but he seemed less like he was about to tear a hole in his pants with his erection and more like he was waiting for something. He had much more experience dealing with Ivy’s drugs, so it made sense that he would have a back up plan or two in place.
Dick would have been more than willing to help Bruce and himself, but unfortunately two pollen-infected people had no effect on each other. They needed a third party.
A crackle over Dick’s earpiece drew his attention from the problem tenting his pants. “Batman, Nightwing, report. Why are you heading back to the Cave?” Dick could have laughed in relief. Damian was in the Batcave, grounded from patrol due to injury. He was only allowed to man comms and report suspicious activity that Oracle might not have caught.
“Batman to Cave, we have two compromised agents. Initiate procedure I-43-K0 upon our arrival.” Bruce responded in a voice just short of a growl. They were less than a minute from the cave now, and Dick could feel his joints getting achy as the excess energy in his system swirled around with nowhere to go.
“Understood. Cave out.” Damian responded over the crackle of the line, cutting the connection promptly.
“B,” Dick coughed out, “That’s not the right code.” He was confused, if anyone knew the emergency protocol numbers by heart, it was Bruce.
“Yes, I’m aware,” Bruce responded flatly, letting the Batmobile drive itself down the long underground entrance to the Cave as he started taking off his cowl, cape and Kevlar. “Did you want to be stuck detoxing for over eighteen hours? This is the best solution.” He finished his sentence just as he was done removing his armor.
Bruce spared Dick a glance, then reached over the console and plucked Dick’s mask off his face, revealing Dick’s dilated pupils and wide, frozen eyes.
Dick’s mouth hung open in shock as the Batmobile came to a halt, and Bruce went flying out of the driver’s side. He sat there, unable to comprehend what he’d just heard even as the sounds of Damian’s yells and shouts reached his ears. It was only once they’d quieted down, that Dick had the wherewithal to open the passenger side door and step out into the cold damp air of the cave.
He was both terrified and extremely aroused at what he saw at the medical area. Damian on his side, held down to the cot with a strip of bedding hastily pushed into his mouth and his pants ripped at the crotch, exposing his bare pussy and ass to the cave air. His hands were cuffed to the bedframe, and his leg was still in a brace from when he’d landed wrong on some ice and sprained his knee.
Bruce, holding down his son with a hand shoving Damian’s face into the cot and the other busy shoving as much lube as he possibly could into Damian’s bottom, roughly fucking in one of his thick fingers and adding a second as Dick watched.
“Dick,” Bruce beckoned him over with his head. “You can pick first. I’ve already got his other hole prepped, but if you’re adamant on this one,” he added a third finger in, obviously too early for the small boy beneath him, if the gagging noises he made were any indication. “I’ll have it prepped in a few.” Bruce finished, turning his eyes back to where he was working on Damian’s hole, looking like he was committing this to memory.
Dick met Damian’s teary eyes, the whines coming from the boy were almost too much for Dick’s heart to take – his pounding heart, sending blood straight to his cock and making the sound of Damian’s cries erotic, where he should have felt concern.
“I’ll take the one that’s ready,” Dick told Bruce, turning away from Damian’s betrayed gaze. His cries got longer and higher pitched, and Dick didn’t have to look at him to know Damian was scream-crying. This was for the best, Dick told himself as he climbed onto the cot and laid down chest to chest with Damian, refusing to look at his face.
Dick busied himself with checking Bruce’s prep job, shoving two fingers into Damian’s pussy and moving them around experimentally. Damian’s walls rolled over his fingers, already feeling rubbed raw to Dick’s experienced hands. He swiped his thumb over Damian’s clit, watching the way his entire pussy twitched.
“Done,” Bruce grunted. “That’ll have to do.” He said dismissively as he threw the bottle of lube onto the next bed, laying himself down at Damian’s back and meeting Dick’s resigned gaze. “You’re not in yet?” He asked.
Bruce seemed surprised that Dick had held out this long with a wet hole ready to get fucked served up on a silver platter.
Dick shook his head, “Was waiting for you.” He said. Dick pulled his cock out of his suit with one hand and Damian’s thigh up with the other, using his view to help him press the tip of his hot prick to Damian’s entrance. He caught Bruce going the same line up routine on Damian’s other side.
The original dynamic duo worked in tandem once more, pushing in and finally getting their cocks deep in their Robin’s holes.
Together, they set a punishing pace, fucking Damian so hard that Bruce had to shove an arm under his son’s neck and pull him into a chokehold to keep him from getting vaulted into the bedframe.
Damian choked and screamed, but there was nothing he could do to fight back against the two men who had each been his Batman.
Dick struggled to keep his eyes open - being inside Damian’s pussy, it was like getting all his thoughts sucked out through his cock.
Bruce had no trouble keeping up, snapping his hips forward with practiced ease as he leaned forward and licked over the shell of Damian’s ear, looking over at Dick with crazed, burning eyes while he did.
It looked like permission, so Dick took his chances and pulled the cloth from Damian’s mouth, replacing it swiftly with his middle and ring fingers.
Dick caught Bruce’s low rumble into Damian’s ear, “Don’t bite,” as he rubbed the pads of his fingers over Damian’s tastebuds, the wet, almost spongey texture against his oversensitive flesh felt like a salve. He couldn’t help himself; Dick pushed his fingers to the knuckle, pressing down on Damian’s tongue and following it down his throat.
No gag reflex in his beautiful boy, and he took his cock like a whore. Dick could feel Damian’s wet, panting breaths around his fingers, and any restraint Dick had was gone. He tipped his head down and sucked Damian’s upper lip into his mouth, pulling on it with bruising force.
Accidentally meeting Damian’s tear-filled eyes was a mistake – Dick’s cock throbbed inside Damian’s pussy, his thrusts stuttering as he got closer to coming. Bruce reached around Damian’s torso to pinch a nipple, making both of them groan when Damian’s ass and pussy squeezed down on their cocks.
Dick could see that it was too much for Damian – the stimulation was coming in from all sides. His ass and pussy were being used like wet holes, even his mouth wasn’t safe. His eyes rolled up and he passed out, convulsing a few times before going limp.
Bruce had to tighten the arm he had around Damian’s neck to compensate, bringing Damian closer to his chest and making Dick come closer, too. Their balls were slapping against each other as Bruce and Dick chased their orgasms. Their thrusts were unbalanced now – Dick could feel Bruce’s cock through Damian’s thin walls, making his passage tighter than he thought possible.
Dick couldn’t hold it in anymore, neither could Bruce. They came at the same time.
Dick’s cock spurted cum against Damian’s cervix as he bit down on Damian’s lip and dug his nails into his Robin’s raised thigh. He got no reaction save for an unconscious, throaty groan. Bruce had the same idea, biting down on Damian’s shoulder as he shot his cum deep into Damian’s ass, swiveling his hips to milk himself dry.
Dick released Damian’s lip and pulled his fingers out of his mouth and cleaning them in with his own tongue. He pulled Damian’s thigh to drape over his hip, rubbing circles into it with his thumb. Dick took a minute to catch his breath as he let his cock rest inside Damian’s hole.
Bruce relaxed his arm, letting Damian’s head rest on his bicep as he too took deep, steadying breaths, still buried inside his son. He seemed to feel apologetic for the bite, since he took the opportunity to lave over it with a soothing tongue.
Dick’s brow furrowed, glancing down at where his cock disappeared into Damian’s cunt. It was still as hard as it had been when he stepped out of the Batmobile.
He looked in askance at Bruce, “Isn’t it supposed to wear off after one time?”
Bruce grunted, “Must have been synthetic. Those can last up to 10.” He licked a stripe up the side of Damian’s slack face, catching tear streaks with his tongue. “Want to switch or just keep going like this?”
Dick shook his head, “No, I’m fine where I am.” He glanced back down at Damian’s red, tear stained face, and felt a brief twinge of remorse before it was swiftly replaced by arousal. “Sorry, baby bat,” he murmured, planting a kiss on Damian’s lips as he and Bruce started thrusting again.