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“Come on, Little Wing, don’t you want to impress Bruce when he comes back?” Dick questioned patiently and Jason couldn’t help but nod, even if he could feel nerves churning in his stomach and his fingers digging into the edges of the Robin tunic by his hips. He did want to impress Bruce, wanted to further his training and prove to the man he was ready for more, ready for more than just accompanying Bruce on patrol and being sent back to the Batmobile whenever any of the bigger Rogues popped their heads out of the shadows. Bruce was never like that with Dick, never sent him away at the first sign of a fight. Jason hated the helplessness he felt whenever it happened.
“Exactly. I promise you won’t get hurt.” Dick cooed and Jason nodded slowly once more. “Once you know how to react against some of the Rogues' weapons of choice, I’m sure B won't send you away anymore.” Dick explained after Jason had hesitantly explained to Dick his troubles. Dick had lit up and offered to train Jason while Bruce was away on JLA related issues. Still, Jason was a little nervous, it didn’t help that his feelings towards the other were a little akin to hero worship rather than crime fighting colleagues.
“Okay. What’s first?” Jason questioned apprehensively and Dick seemed pleased, moving straight onto the first name on the list.
“First up is Scarecrow since he’s been more prevalent lately.” Dick read and then continued to run Jason through procedures, how to get his rebreather on and how to assist someone else in getting one on. Dick ran him through applying antidotes and identifying strains and how to restrain individuals who were delirious with the toxin’s effects. Jason swallowed all of the information eagerly and ate up the praise Dick gave him, embarrassed how heated he could feel his ears get every time, ignoring the pleased looks Dick gave him whenever he bashfully dragged his eyes to the floor or his fingers fumbled with the edges of the Robin tunic.
“That’s it for today. Think we deserve a break and some dinner. Tomorrow we’ll move onto someone else, okay?”
And Jason had agreed eagerly. He’d learnt a lot that evening and if he could continue to learn at such a pace, he’d impress Bruce enough to maybe even patrol solo. That would be so cool.
“I was thinking we could work on Ivy today? You almost had a run in with her last month didn’t you?” Dick asked and Jason could only glumly nod. He’d barely evacuated in time when Bruce had urged him frantically to leave over the comms. Her pollens weren’t as bad as some of the toxins and gases other Rogues used, at least not to the majority of people, but Omega’s always suffered the most from her weapons of choice, be it artificially inducing heats or ramping up sex drives until delirium took hold. Jason had gotten back to the Batmobile, only just. Bruce didn’t let him out for a few days after that, worried for the Robin. Jason hated it, hated feeling useless. Hated feeling more like a hindrance to Bruce than the partner Dick had once been. Sometimes he wished he could just be an Alpha like Dick if only so he didn’t feel like such a burden.
“Yeah. Bruce benched me for three days.” Jason replied meekly, unable to meet Dick’s eyes, slightly ashamed even if it wasn’t his fault. It’s not like he had any say on what he presented as after all.
“Well, after some training he won’t have to worry so much.” Dick grinned, attempting to cheer the younger up and Jason wasn’t sure if the churning in his stomach was anxiety or nerves or excitement or just some hybrid concoction of all three. Dick’s smile seemed to promise something Jason couldn’t quite comprehend.
“So, Ivy’s main pollens can be broken into two categories, sexual and emotional. The emotional based ones are a pain in the ass, cuddle pollen especially. B is pretty stingy about that one, he gets all brooding and isolates himself, so typically you’d detox with Alfred for that one, or me if I’m in Gotham.” Dick explained, he ran through a couple more of Ivy’s lesser used emotional pollen’s before moving the topic along.
“The sexual based ones are a little trickier, especially for a pretty Omega like you, Jaybird.” Dick continued and Jason felt a flush of warmth at the compliment, even if Dick either didn’t seem to notice or didn’t think it out of the ordinary to refer to Jason as pretty. Though, even with the compliment, Jason couldn’t help the guilt that churned too, like somehow it was his fault that Ivy’s pollen made his job harder rather than the Rogues.
“Sorry.” Jason mumbled and Dick shook his head.
“Nothing to be sorry about, it just means we need to work on some tolerance and resistance training. It's important you can think straight while dosed otherwise you could put B or others in danger, understand, Lil’ Wing?” Dick’s voice hardened and Jason felt the conversation shift to something more serious. He nodded, he couldn’t mess this up.
“What do I do then?” Jason asked and Dick’s face softened a little, pleased at Jason’s desire to continue.
“We’ll do some minor tolerance training, I’ll give you a half dose, it won’t be enough to drive you crazy or set off a heat, promise.” Dick explained and Jason felt anxious but Dick had helped him a lot, he’d taught him plenty already to impress Bruce with his knowledge when the older returned from space. If he could learn more, he wasn’t going to refuse.
“You’ll stop me if I lose control, right?” Jason checked because his main concern was if he managed to slip the cave while drugged. Who knows where he could end up while stuck in a delirious haze to seek out a knot.
“Of course.” Dick promised with a smile that had just a bit too much teeth. Jason found himself nodding regardless, watching with some curiosity as Dick reached into one of the locked cupboards, typing in a code too fast for Jason to remember it all, before pulling out a little vial and a piece of cloth.
“We’ll go with an airborne one this time, it’s unlikely Ivy will be injecting you with anything anytime soon, she tends to be more lenient to children.” Dick explained when Jason frowned at the cloth. He kept his focus on the older, watching when he uncapped the bottle and poured a generous amount into the cloth.
“Is.. Is that only a small dose?” Jason found himself asking because the bottle was nearly empty and the rag was now stained a dark blue.
“Yep. B is paranoid, you know how he is, he had everything portioned into smaller bottles in case they smash. He wouldn’t dare keep a full dose in one place.” Dick replied, body turned away from Jason when he answered. Jason found the answer sounded like Bruce so he didn’t hesitate or resist when Dick moved to his side, cloth held in one hand, other reaching gently to card through Jason’s hair.
“Ready, Lil’ Wing?” Dick probed. Jason opened his mouth to answer only to find as soon as he did, Dick’s fingers in his hair tightened and the rag was suddenly all he could smell, pressed against his face firmly. He let out a muffled sound as he struggled to breathe against the blue fabric but as quickly as it was brought to his face it was also taken away.
Dick shot him a pitiful look.
“Oh, Jay. Look at you.” Dick cooed, one hand holding firm in his hair while the other flung the cloth away, fingers reaching to trail gentle over Jason’s cheek. Jason couldn’t help the way he relaxed into the touch, the way Dick’s hand felt so much cooler against his burning face. He felt hot, too hot. How quickly did Ivy’s pollen spark once someone was infected? Why did every nerve feel electrified, burning for something Jason wasn’t quite sure what.
“D-Dick?” Jason managed to get his tongue working enough to get the word out, as Dick picked him up, effortlessly, carrying the Omega up and over towards the Batcomputer. Dick put him down in the leather chair, Jason let out a muffled groan of appreciation at the cold material against his burning skin. It was too warm with all the layers of the Robin suit, even if his legs were mostly bare with the shorts. Dick seemed to understand what was wrong, or maybe he knew from experience. Jason couldn’t tell, his brain felt foggy, every thought felt just a little out of his grasp whenever it formed.
“It’s okay. You’re just a little warm, right?” Dick cooed, voice sickly sweet and yet it still sent a shiver of anxiety through Jason.
“You’re meant to be working on your resistance though, remember?” Dick taunted when Jason’s breath became laboured, reduced to panting under the heat that seemed to consume his very being.
“Pl-Please.” Jason managed to croak out, trembling fingers reaching for the fastenings of the Robin tunic. “Need…” His thoughts fled him once more, unable to explain what he needed verbally. Dick understood though, from both the way Jason helplessly pawed at his clothing and from the little whimpers the boy let out when he couldn’t get the zips to cooperate.
“I’ve got you, Lil’ Wing. It’s okay, I expected too much from you didn’t I? You’re an Omega after all.” Dick spoke the word with an edge that felt almost insulting, reaching forward to bat Jason’s trembling hands away, taking a hold of the first zipper he found. The top layers were easy to shed, Jason wriggled and writhed in a manner that assisted Dick’s actions until Jason was left only in the bright green shorts that were so associated with Robin now.
Jason was a sight and Dick wanted to take the time to take things in, wanted to spend longer looking at his little brother, half naked and already flushed so prettily, letting out the smallest of whimpers. He made a very nice picture that Dick almost regretted not painting sooner.
“It’s okay, Jay. Don’t worry. Big Brother isn’t going to judge you, you can’t help being a needy slut can you? It’s just your nature.” Dick crooned, every word dripping with something Jason couldn’t name. He couldn’t focus on anything except the damp, restricting feeling of his shorts and how he needed something more than just the cool chair against his skin, how he felt so painfully empty and isolated.
“T-Touch me.” Jason whimpered because that’s what he needed. He needed some contact, the pollen burning through his system, demanding more than what it was getting.
“Are you sure?” Dick smirked, hand held so closely to Jason’s chest and yet not touching the younger, continuing his taunting of his smaller sibling.
“P-Plea-” Jason stuttered out, anything resembling resistance training long gone from his thoughts, now keenly focused on just getting more of whatever would calm the burning in his body down.
“Oh, Lil’ Wing. You’re so cute.” Dick laughed, giving a sharp whistle before helping Jason down onto the floor. Jason gave a confused noise but made no attempt to speak, only grabbing onto Dick, digging his fingers in tight around his arms in case he tried to let go. Jason didn’t notice when Ace bounded over curiously, summoned by Dick’s whistling call.
“Let go of me, Omega.” Dick crooned, an Alpha Command woven into his words that Jason obeyed instantly, despite a protesting whine as his body ignored his desire to keep hold of Dick.
“Good boy. Don’t worry. You just need more training, Jay. Once you’ve worked this dose off we can try again.” Dick explained, but Jason barely took any of the words in from where he was knelt on the floor, gazing at Dick with cloudy eyes and sweaty skin. Ace edged closer and gave a curious sniff a little too close to Jason’s thighs. Jason flinched in surprise at the sudden wet nose along his bare thigh, it tickled and yet the contact felt nice too.
“Stay still, Omega.” Dick ordered and Jason stiffened, remaining still even if through the haze he wasn’t sure he wanted to. It did feel nice, like a cool drink on a hot day, soothing the unbearable warmth that encased his body and yet at the same time, through the haze, some part of him wanted to flee, wanted to run away from the situation he’d ended up in for reasons his mind wouldn't let him grasp. His thoughts wouldn't stay solid long enough, getting caught up in the wispiness of his mind as the Pollen consumed him.
“D-Di-” Jason tried to get his voice to cooperate, throat feeling dry and his words being lost to a spluttering cough, Ivy's concoction still claggy in his throat.
“That’s not what you should be calling me, now is it.” Dick mused, not batting Ace away when the dog got a little more curious, snout ignoring Jason’s thighs to instead inch upwards. Jason instinctively spread his legs where he was knelt, hands resting on his bare thighs as he did, gazing up at Dick with hazy eyes.
“Al-Alpha?” Jason tried before letting out a keen, hips canting upwards unconsciously when Ace’s nose brushed over the front of the shorts, now already damp. Dick tutted.
“Stupid Little Brother, if you can’t get it right, I can’t help you out.” Dick sighed, as if dealing with a misbehaving child. Jason’s brown furrowed as he tried to think, tried to figure out what Dick wanted from him while letting slip the smallest of whimpers as Ace continued to sniff and explore around the tight, green shorts.
“Bi-Big Brother?” Jason whined and Dick finally gave him a smile.
“Good boy. Got there eventually, hm? Thought you might be different but you’re just a stupid cock slut too, Lil’ Wing. Omega’s are all the same.” Dick insulted, taking his own seat in the Batcomputer chair, looking down at Jason as he did. He gave another whistle and Ace trotted to his feet, taking a seat.
“Help.” Jason whimpered pleadingly, hands slipping to the floor to try and crawl his way over to Dick, knowing full well his legs wouldn’t be able to hold him up anymore. His limbs felt both like jelly and lead at the same time.
“Take those off first.” Dick pointed, making Jason halt on his path and frantically try to wriggle out of the offending fabric. It took longer than it would have if Dick got up to help, but he was rather enjoying the view from where he sat and the cute little whines Jason made every time he fumbled on the zipper was a delight that made the wait worth it.
Once the shorts were off, Dick’s smile grew tenfold, morphing into a hungry, delighted, smirk. Jason had forgone underwear.
“Naughty boy.” Dick taunted but it fell on deaf ears, Jason didn’t seem to pick up on what he was talking about, getting back onto shaky hands and knees to wriggle onwards. Once he got to Dick’s feet, he didn’t hesitate in pressing his cheek against Dick’s calf, gazing up with flushed red cheeks and tear filled eyes.
“Pl-Ple-ease. Hurts.” Jason begged.
“It’s okay, Lil’ Wing. Ace is here, he’s going to help you out.” Dick explained. Jason frowned but continued to rub his face against Dick’s leg, like a cat almost, delerious for any form of contact.
“Ace? Want you.” Jason mumbled, Dick only shook his head, even if the words made him ridiculously thrilled.
“Sorry, Jay. I can smell you. You’ve never had an Alpha before have you?” Dick grinned, especially when Jason buried his face into Dick’s knee, embarrassed at the fact the Alpha could smell his virginity in his scent.
“N…No.” Jason admitted, face still buried and words muffled, wriggling a little more up onto his knees so he could firmly have Dick’s leg between his own naked thighs. As soon as Jason’s intentions became clear, intent on rutting against Dick’s leg like a dog, Dick tutted and pulled his leg free. As much of a delight it would be to have Jason in such a humiliating position, he already had something much better planned for his younger brother.
“Get onto your hands and knees, little brother. Ace is going to help you with your training.” Dick commanded, after all, it was common practice for inexperienced Omega’s to be ‘trained’ with a dog's knot in preparation for a human Alpha’s larger knot. If Dick tried now, he’d harm Jason too much, and while the idea sounded slightly appealing on the premise of making Jason sob for him, this option was a lot better in the long run for keeping Jason’s trust to some degree.
Jason didn’t move at first.
“Come on, Omega. You need to practise on a smaller knot first and then I promise I’ll help you. You wouldn’t want Bruce to find out would you? That you couldn’t last two minutes against a Pollen? You’re a pretty pitiful replacement, hm? I bet he’d just take Robin away if he found out how much of a liability you were in the field.” Dick continued, positively gleeful to see the defeat in Jason’s face. He knew the best way to play on the younger's insecurities, knew how much Jason craved validation, to be wanted and useful and- Well, it was all too easy to get him exactly where he wanted the Omega, under his thumb and willing to do anything for an ounce of praise.
“S-Sorry." Jason whined, head bowed as he shuffled onto his hands and knees. Dick purposefully cleared his throat to indicate he wanted more from Jason. "B-Brother,” Jason tacked on, earning a pleased hum.
“Spread your legs more, Omega.” Dick ordered. Jason followed the command quickly, knees spreading against the cold floor of the cave, exposing slick folds that were already dripping onto wet thighs.
“Look at you, already. You didn’t even have a full dose.” Dick lied, having made up an excuse about the dose being less than a whole on the spot with ease. The vial had been a full dose that Jason had no chance of resisting even if he’d been a fully developed adult Omega.
“Go ahead boy.” Dick murmured, giving Ace a nudge and the permission he needed to approach. Dick was almost grateful Bruce had the foresight to train Ace for emergencies, in cases where Omega’s were given doses that were fatal if they didn’t receive stimulation in time. It proved useful for the situation at hand.
Ace trotted over, instantly burying his nose back where he had been earlier, the lack of obstruction this time meant Jason let out a shriek, pitching forward and then wriggling backwards, clearly surprised by the sudden touch.
“Good boy.” Dick praised and Jason perked up, Dick gave him a look, “not you. I mean Ace.”
Jason let out a distressed sound, upset clearly to be failing his Alpha and Dick took a little bit of mercy on the boy because technically he had been behaving far better than Dick anticipated. The Pollen helped, which hadn’t been in the plan originally. Jason would probably have hesitated a lot more without it though and Dick was running on a reducing timeframe.
“If you want to be a good Omega, raise your ass up a little more, Ace is being so good and giving you attention even though you’re acting like such a slut, the least you could do is give him better access.” Dick scolded and was pleased when Jason eagerly complied, hands lowering until his whole forearm was resting against the floor, face turned and cheek pressed against the cold stone and his back arched in a way that had his ass raised higher.
Ace seemed pleased, tongue lapping generously at the slick folds, completely ignoring Jason’s hard cocklet to instead lavish Jason’s leaking hole. Jason let out a symphony of sounds, whimpers and whines and the occasional sob that had Dick uncomfortably hard in his pants. When Dick finally caught another glimpse of Jason’s face, obscured slightly by damp, dark curls, he was rewarded with the satisfying sight of reddened, tear-filled eyes. The boy was sobbing, tears trailing down flushed cheeks, little sniffles on occasions where his breath hitched and his shoulder shuddered.
“Stunning.” Dick cooed, he’d always thought Jason was a rather pretty Omega but like this, crying and desperate, he was all the more attractive.
“Hurts. Please Dic- Brother.” Jason fumbled on his words as Ace continued to greedily lavish his pussy, rough tongue against sensitive flesh, eager to continue lapping up slick that Jason continued to leak against his will.
“Patience.” Dick tutted, but gave a longer whistle regardless of his scolding. Ace halted his ministrations and took a step back. Jason let out a desperate cry, instantly babbling into apologies, thinking he’d done something wrong and would be losing the stimulation.
“SorrysorryAlphaplease-” Jason warbled, trying to lift his head up while keeping his back arched so beautifully. Dick’s foot was quick to move, pressing back down on Jason’s head, forcing his face back down to the floor.
“Don’t move.” He growled in warning. Jason froze obediently, still slightly under the influence of the Alpha Command and partially functioning under desperation to please, to be rewarded with anything he could get. The next touch he felt was the weight on his back, squishing him further against the floor, thighs trembling in a bid to keep himself up and not crash under the weight of the dog behind him. Ace was bigger than Jason like this and Dick shivered at the visual, resisting the urge to touch himself at the sight. He’d do that later, he wanted to savour this experience, have his full attention on Jason, and commit every detail to memory. Jason held up, barely, from the weight, melting under the feeling of sharp paws on his shoulders and the weight against him
Dick didn’t make any attempt to lean forward and help, only watching with interest when Ace thrust helplessly against Jason’s lower half, his cock missing the mark a couple of times, thrusting instead against sloppy folds or brushing against slick thighs. Jason whined every time, at being denied what his body craved. Eventually, Ace found his mark, and without the consideration most humans had, the dog thrust forward without halting. Jason howling, a low mournful sound and he thrashed under Ace’s weight, attempting to wriggle away.
“S-Stop. Hurts- please no-” Jason mewled, as Ace growled lowly and continued to thrust, his pace relentless, careless. Jason could only lay there, presenting himself to the dog as he fucked him roughly under Dick’s watchful eyes.
“There we go. You just need a cock in that greedy hole of yours, didn’t you, Lil’ Wing?” Dick murmured, watching hungrily as Jason continued to sob, noise louder and tears flowing freely. The struggling halted pretty quickly, the pain of such a sudden intrusion being overpowered by the combination of Ivy’s Pollen and Jason’s Omegan instincts craving more.
Before long, the boy was squirming below the dog, attempting to meet each thrust with an uncoordinated rhythm. Ace didn’t seem to care either way, happy to chase down his own pleasure with what smelt like a bitch in heat and certainly felt like one. Dick reached into his pocket and pulled out his phone, ignoring the way the jostled fabric rubbed against his painfully hard cock. It went unnoticed by the pair when Dick snapped a couple of pictures and then switched to a video, taking care to get Jason’s teary face in the shot, capturing every fierce thrust the dog gave that had Jason’s body move below him, the Bat Hound’s strength displayed in every jerk.
“Go-Good- Mo-More-” Jason pleaded, finally relaxed enough to feel the overwhelming pleasure, no longer caring if his pussy burned or if the slick down his thighs might be blood, lost in the feeling of a thick cock filling him up just like he was made for. Why had he run back to the Batmobile everytime, if this was what he was missing out on? He never wanted it to end, it felt too overwhelmingly good.
“You’re so gone aren’t you, Omega? Cockdrunk from your very first fuck. Bet you can’t wait for him to knot you and pump you nice and full. Wonder if he’ll breed you. Bet you’ll look so lovely all swollen and pupped, little Brother.” Dick cooed, fingers still itching to touch himself but instead choosing to torment the boy. Jason barely paid him any attention, tongue lolling and drooling spilling down his chin as he eagerly met each thrust.
“More. Br-Brothe-r Alpha-”
“Insatiable little whore.” Dick insulted and scoffed when Jason only moaned at the words, seemingly gaining pleasure from the taunts. “You like that too? If I couldn’t smell it myself, I would have said you were a seasoned slut already, spreading your legs to a dog no less.”
Dick could tell when Ace’s knot breached the boy because his moans and whimpers turned back into distressed keens and whines, his fingers curled into palms and his eyes screwed shut, despite the consistent tears spilling from the edges of closed eyelids.
“Can you feel it, Omega? Feel that knot? That’s nothing compared to mine. Take Ace like a good slut if you ever want your Big Brother to breed your sloppy cunt.” Dick hissed when Jason shook his head slowly, babbling pleas restarting that had died off to pleasured groans earlier.
“Won’t fit-” Jason croaked, voice sounding sore, face a mess of tears and spit when he tried to turn to look at Dick with pleading eyes.
“It will.” Dick affirmed. Dick proved right because a couple of thrusts later, Ace’s knot finally breached Jason’s tight hole, forcing its way into clenching walls and inviting wetness. Ace’s thrusts turned shallow, still moving on his hind legs but only to the point his knot pulsed against Jason’s hole, only just staying inside with each movement. Eventually, the knot swelled to the point Ace didn’t have to worry about popping back out, resuming a faster, rougher pace, pulling Jason back every time the dog's knot pulled against his clenching pussy from the inside.
Dick could also tell when Ace finally began to cum because Jason jerked, his body spasming and trembling beneath the beast as he experienced what Dick assumed was his first orgasm, useless Omegan dick spurting against his stomach as Ace’s cum bloated his insides slowly.
“He’s breeding you, Lil’ Wing, can you feel it? You’ve been a good Omega, even better if you keep your hips up just like that. Good boy.” Dick spoke, making sure the boy kept in an optimal position for maximum chance of catching. It wasn’t a very high chance, outside of a natural heat, but Dick groaned at the thought of Jason being pupped by Ace, even if he also felt a strum of jealousy, at how he wanted that honour first. Mind, even if Ace was the one knot-deep in Jason, it was clear from the way Jason was staring at Dick, in the aftershocks of his orgasm, that Jason was his now.
“Crawl.” Dick ordered, making Jason feebly wriggle his way over slowly, Ace giving growls on occasion when Jason moved too fast. The action took longer than Dick would have prefered but it was inconsequential, eventually Jason was at his feet, Ace’s knot still locked in his sloppy pussy.
“You’ve earned a reward, Jay, since you performed so well in your first training session.” Dick crooned, as though the training plans had been this all along…which they had been but Jason didn’t know that. Still, Dick reached for his jeans and undid the button, zipper pulled down with ease. Dick grabbed Jason and raised him up until his face was the same height as Dick’s lap, not allowing the younger to have any say in the matter as he was manhandled. Ace huffed and pulled himself up and off of Jason, turning around once he was off Jason’s back. Dick gave a low whistle to halt Ace before he had any ideas of walking off and dragging Jason behind him where the Omega was still locked tight around his pulsing knot, back to back. Ace halted any movement and Dick returned his attention to Jason, still dazed and shuddering through what was likely a second orgasm.
Dick didn’t care either way, if it was too much stimulation or not, Jason wouldn’t be able to complain in a minute, as Dick pulled his aching cock from his jeans and presented it to Jason who sluggishly got the memo and opened his mouth willingly, cockdrunk and deep in the midst of a artificial heat.
“There we go. Such a good little Brother.” Dick praised, fingers brushing through Jason’s wet hair. “Don’t worry, you’re mine now, Jay, my little Omega.”
And Jason couldn’t protest even if he wanted to with the way Dick began to fuck his mouth without warning.