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Dick is absolutely fucked.
He’s been compromised, an unknown pollen had been blasted to his face and there isn't anyone around to help him out. Batman was off-world and Robin was out of commission tonight because of school, leaving Nightwing alone to fend for himself.
It took everything in him to ignore the effects to take down Ivy.
When Ivy has finally been caught, struggling against the bounds Dick had put her in, he was already feeling the effects of the pollen setting in from the way he was starting to feel hot, tingly and lightheaded. Every brush of his suit against his skin felt electric, too much and not enough at the same time.
Dick knew he was already too late to administer an antidote because of Ivy but did it anyway, stabbing his own arm with the syringe, out of sheer reflex.
It didn't help completely as it would if he were to administer it earlier but it managed to sooth the slight discomfort Dick was feeling. He knows it isn't enough.
“The fuck did you hit me with, Ivy?” He rasped out, his voice had a roughness to it that made his breath catch as he wraps his arms around himself.
Ivy’s lips curled into a satisfied smirk. “Just a little special pollen that I recently created. One that encourages intimacy and desires. It creates an overwhelming need for physical closeness and awakens your primal needs. There won’t be any way to resist it or it’ll hurt. I couldn't wait to test it out, so thank you for volunteering.”
Dick needed to get out of there, quickly. The heat in his body was rising and the overwhelming urge to be close to someone— to touch them, to feel them; was becoming unbearable. He could feel his self-control slipping away slowly as the pollen’s effect intensified.
“Fuck you,” he snaps, stumbling over to a wall to support his weak, feverish and trembling body.
“Ah, ah. No can do, pretty bird,” Ivy drawls with a shrug, clearly enjoying the sight of him suffering. “I have a girl of my own who doesn't like to share.”
If Dick had the energy to roll his eyes, he would’ve. But now all he could do was to not faceplant and kiss the floor.
A beep in his ears had him perked up from the haze as he hastily pressed on his comms to answer the call.
“Hey Boy Wonder. You still up for tonight?” Wally greeted and Dick never felt so relieved to hear his best friend’s voice.
“Walls,” he whispers desperately and Wally catches onto the distress of his voice immediately.
“Rob? Is everything okay? Where are you? I’m heading over to you now.”
Dick swallowed a lump in his throat, his legs giving way as he slid down the wall, arms tightening around himself to get some comfort.
“I— I got hit by something,” he whimpered. “Ivy… she… some kind of pollen. It’s making— I can’t— I’m in… Gotham Botanical—” He struggled to form coherent thoughts as he tried to resist the urge. Ivy’s right, it is fucking painful to do so.
“Hang on, I’m on my way,” Wally’s voice was urgent but reassuring and all Dick could do was bear the pain as he waited for his best friend to arrive.
Seconds feel like hours when Wally arrived, a blur of yellow and red trailing behind him. Dick barely registered his presence as his body ached and screamed for contact.
“Nightwing!” Wally called out, immediately closing the distance between them but all Dick could hear was the sound of his own heartbeat. He looked up anyway despite how painful everything is.
“Wally…” his whimpers, voice weak and cracking. His best friend immediately scooped him up into a bridal carry and Dick sobbed in relief at the contact, clutching onto the speedster like his life depended on it. It probably was. He buried his face into Wally’s neck, breathing in his scent. God, he smells good.
He registered Wally speeding away and carefully places him down onto a bed— his bed, he realises. But before Wally could pull away completely, Dick’s grip on his arm tightened.
Wally froze but sat close to him, his face filled with worry and concern. Dick knows he probably looked like a fucking mess now.
“Rob?” Wally called out softly, brushing away his damp hair out of his eyes.
Dick shook his head, whining as he tried to get in more contact with Wally’s bare skin. It's probably the only thing that's helping him right now.
“Suit… off,” he mutters, weakly trying to tug off his suit. Wally helped him out, leaving Dick in his compression shorts which had him sigh heavily in relief when Wally’s hand briefly came in contact with his skin.
The speedster seemed to notice this and placed his hand on his bare chest. “Is this okay?” His best friend asked softly but with hesitation.
Dick hummed, his eyes half-lidded as he melted under Wally’s touch. But it still wasn't enough. The effects of the pollen feels like an itch waiting to be scratched but Dick has tried everything. Almost everything.
“Wanna tell me what happened?” Wally mumbles softly, no doubt trying to keep Dick distracted from whatever is going on.
Dick shifted, pressing his bare body close to his best friend. “Poison Ivy hit me with some pollen… makes me crave for physical contact and… get urges, I think. Said it would be too painful to handle if I resisted it.”
“Oh,” Wally stared at him with his wide beautiful green eyes and his pink, soft lips, wishing it would be— oh. Oh. Is this what Ivy meant by urges?
Dick glanced up to his best friend, his eyes glazed. “Please, I need you,” Dick whimpers, his voice husky with need.
“Shh, I’m here, Rob. I’m not going anywhere,” Wally quietly reassures before cupping his face gently, making him sigh contentedly.
“Need more, KF, I need you,” he mutters, clutching onto his best friend’s hands that were holding him. The words seemed to click in Wally’s mind as he seemed to understand what he meant as he stared at Dick with hesitation.
Dick stared at him with a desperate, pleading look. The speedster sighed. “Are you sure? I don't want to do this without your consent.”
He nodded desperately. “I’m sure, Walls. Nothing else is helping and I— it hurts, Wally.”
Wally nods, shifting closer to him. “I know. I know, I’m here, alright? I’m not leaving anytime soon,” he assures as he strokes Dick’s cheeks with his thumbs.
And as their lips finally met, Dick couldn't help but to melt. The kiss was heated and urgent, a contrast to the cold sweat that clung onto his skin. Wally’s lips moved against his with a mix of tenderness and passion, and Dick’s entire body responded, the intense need he felt starting to find some sort of relief.
Wally’s hands found their way to the back of Dick’s neck, pulling him closer as if trying to merge their bodies together. The kiss deepened, and Dick’s moans were muffled against Wally’s mouth. Each touch, each caress seemed to alleviate the overwhelming ache brought on by Ivy’s pollen.
As their lips finally parted, both men breathed heavily, their foreheads resting against each other. Wally looked at Dick with a mixture of concern and longing. “Is this okay? Are you feeling better?”
Dick nodded weakly, his eyes half-closed, still reeling from the intensity of their kiss. “Yes. It helps. You— you help.”
Wally’s gaze softened, and he leaned in to press a gentle kiss onto Dick’s lips. “We’ll take it slow. I’m here with you, every step of the way.”
He hums softly, connecting their lips again. This time, unable to resist the urge any longer and with a little bit of confidence— Dick doesn't know if it was him or the pollen; he sat himself atop of Wally’s lap.
As he positioned himself on his best friend’s lap, he gave an experimental roll of his hips, the contact sent a shiver of pleasure through his spine. Wally’s hands instinctively settled on Dick’s hips, guiding him gently but firmly, his touch both reassuring and electrifying.
“Dick,” Wally murmured, his voice a mix of surprise and tenderness. “Are you sure?”
Dick looked down at him, peering through his long lashes. “Yes. I need this,” he whispered, his voice thick with emotion and lingering need.
Wally’s hands explored his sides, tracing gentle patterns on his skin. “Alright, just tell me if you need to stop, okay?”
He nodded, his breath catching in his throat as he shifted slightly, seeking out the warmth and closeness he craved. The sensation of Wally’s hands on his skin, the shared intimacy, and the connection between them helped ease the last remnants of the pollen's effects.
Their movements became more synchronized, a rhythm born out of both need and deep-seated affection. Each touch and kiss was met with equal fervor, the boundaries between them growing thinner with every moment.
By the time morning came, he was disoriented and wasn't expecting to see himself, naked, being embraced by his equally naked best friend, who held him throughout the night. Dick flushed, remembering what had happened the night before.
The touches, the kisses, the little grunts and moans that came out of Wally’s lips along with his, the movements of Wally’s—
Dick blinked away the upcoming thoughts and glances at the man next to him. Holy shit, did he do all that? He winces at the amount of bruises and red bite marks blooming on Wally’s skin.
He sat up sluggishly, trying to pull away while avoiding waking Wally up. But his movements had the speedster stirring from his sleep.
“Mornin’,” Wally said softly, his voice rough from sleep and his eyes half closed as he stared at Dick. “How are you feeling?”
Honestly— he was feeling so much better than last night. No doubt the effects of the pollen had finally washed away from his system… after last night.
Pink tinted his cheeks more but he smiled down shyly at Wally. “I’m better, thanks to you. I… I really appreciate you helping me out,” he replies, voice hoarse and deep. That made him blush deeper. Wally grinned, no doubt noticing the pink dusting his cheeks.
Wally pushed himself up to sit beside Dick, the bed creaking slightly under their weight. “You don’t have to thank me, Dick. I was just doing what any friend would do.”
Dick hesitated, his eyes searching Wally’s face for something he wasn’t sure he’d find. “But… it didn’t feel like just a friend thing, did it?”
“No,” Wally admitted softly, his gaze locking with his. “It didn’t.”
For a moment, neither of them spoke, the weight of their unspoken feelings hanging in the air. Finally, Dick broke the silence, his voice barely above a whisper. “I think… I think I’ve felt this way for a while. But I didn’t want to mess things up between us.”
Wally reached out, taking Dick’s hand in his. “You won’t mess anything up, Rob. We’ve been through too much together for that. If anything, I think this is just… where we’re supposed to end up.”
He squeezed Wally’s hand, a small, relieved smile forming on his lips. “I don’t know where this will go, but I want to find out. With you.”
Wally smiled back, his thumb brushing gently over the back of Dick’s hand. “Me too.”
They sat there in comfortable silence, holding hands, the first rays of sunlight casting a warm glow over them.
As the morning light filled the room, Wally leaned in, pressing a soft, tentative kiss to Dick’s lips. It was gentle and brief, but it held all the unspoken feelings that had been simmering beneath the surface for so long. When they pulled back, both of them were smiling, his heart lighter than it’d been in a long time.
“So… how about another round?” Wally cheekily asked, causing him to roll his eyes fondly.
“Take me out on a date first and we’ll talk about it,” Dick smiles, shoving Wally away with a finger. Wally laughed, pulling him closer.
“C’mon, I let you paint my neck and chest in bruises and love bites. I didn't know you were such a biter,” he teases and Dick scrunches his nose embarrassingly.
“Shut up!”
Wally’s laughter filled the room, the sound warm and infectious. Dick couldn’t help but join in, shaking his head at his best friend's teasing. “Seriously, Walls. How are you okay with all this? With… us?”
Wally’s grin softened into something more tender as he reached out, brushing a stray lock of hair from his face. “Because it’s you, Rob. I’ve always known there was something more between us, even if we never said it out loud. Last night just brought it to the surface. And I’m not going to pretend like it didn’t happen, or that I didn’t want it to happen.”
He stared at him, taking in the sincerity in Wally’s eyes. It was overwhelming, but in a good way. A way that made his heart race, but not from fear— from excitement, from the thrill of finally acknowledging what had been simmering between them for years.
“Okay,” Dick said softly, his voice steady. “Okay, let’s see where this goes.”
Wally’s smile widened, and he leaned in, pressing a kiss to Dick’s forehead. “That’s all I needed to hear.” He pulled back slightly, mischief glinting in his eyes. “But seriously, about that date— we could do breakfast in bed. I’m thinking of pancakes. I can whip up something super quick.”
Dick rolled his eyes, though the idea of breakfast with Wally sounded perfect. “Fine, but only if you promise not to burn the kitchen down.”
Wally’s grin turned sheepish. “I make no promises. But hey, if anything goes wrong, we’ve got super speed on our side. Pancakes will be served before you even notice something’s up.”
Dick laughed, the sound light and free. “Alright, speedster. Show me what you’ve got.”
As Wally zipped off to the kitchen with a quick kiss to his cheek, Dick sat back against the pillows, a contented smile on his face.
This was just the beginning, and they both knew it.