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When Dick crawled in through the window, he felt exhausted. This was not how he'd planned his first months as an independent vigilante when he first moved out from under Bruce's wings.
He stumbled over to the sofa and slumped down onto it, slinging his arm over his eyes. The moonlight shining in through his windows somehow gave the entire apartment—tiny as it was with one space for kitchen and living room combined, bedroom separated by a door with a connected bathroom—an eerie glow.
Damian had left Gotham some months ago to go back to Nightwing in his own city along with his new partner, the younger Superman, and Dick missed him every day. Tim had flown off with his new Red Cardinal mantle and his own Justice team to go globetrotting, or that's the impression Dick got at least. He didn't really know what they were doing, just that it was probably a combination of some kind of underground mission and foreign vacation. Maybe even off-world.
Jason had gone completely offline during this latest crisis, and nothing either Dick, Bruce or Babs did seemed to reach him. It seemed like Jason had just begun to warm up to Dick when he disappeared, and Dick wouldn't lie, he was disappointed. He wanted to get to know his last older brother.
Dick was just dozing off on the couch, considering sleeping there for the night(what would Alfred say?) when a strange noise alerted his instincts. He froze. It sounded like steps, but with a strange tapping sound, almost like nails on wooden boards…
The steps stopped in front of him, but a sound of heavy breathing took it's place. Dick slowly moved his arm away from his face to look up at what was in the apartment with him; what could possibly have gotten inside his security. A large snarling muzzle with red fur and sharp teeth greeted him, with green eyes and long, gangly limbs. The creature was looming over him, casting it's shadow over the wall menacingly.
A hundred options ran through Dick's head before he reacted on instinct. His hands braced on the back of the sofa as he kicked up at the creature, vaulting over the back and scoring a hit right on it's jaw. The creature stumbled back and over the coffee table, hitting the floor with it's back. Dick wasted no time and dove for the window sill where he'd dropped his escrimas underneath when he came home and whirled around just in time to see the creature get to it's feet—paws?
For a moment they just stared at each other. Something pinged in the back of Dick's head, but the thought was too far away to realise just yet. The creature's limbs tensed up and Dick tumbled away just as it pounced on his position, but it managed to spring off the wall and came down on Dick with the ferocity of a wild animal. Dick managed to meet it with his escrima crossed over his head just barely, it's force almost bringing him to his knees. He kicked out at it's knee and it howled as Dick heard something crack in the bone. He took the opportunity and jammed one escrima into it's ribs and flared the electricity, racking up the meter to the highest setting and bringing the creature down on both knees as it froze and jerked with the current coursing through it's body.
It slumped to the floor as Dick took a step back. He turned around to get a comm-unit and call for someone to swing by with the antidote, and just managed to take one step when he felt a clawed grip on his ankle yanking his feet out from under him. Dick barely got time to brace his impact with his hands, his escrima rolling out of his grip and away from reach. A massive clawed, deformed almost hand thumped down onto his spine.
Dick couldn't move. The creature slowly increased the pressure on his back, and he could feel the air seeping out of his lungs as he was crushed into the floor. He couldn't breathe. Panic crept into his head, taking over his mind and blackening his vision while he distantly registered the creature crawling up over his body. Wet breath on his neck hade his hairs rise. A faint growl registered in his hearing. One clawed hand scraped the wood next to his head, the skritch, skritch making saliva pool in his mouth.
Would he die here? At the mercy of an inhuman beast, something that once used to be a man but had now lost all sense and mental capacity, reduced to a mindless thing? Splayed out on his livingroom floor, a sacrifice to a god unnamed and forgotten?
The red-furred snout of the creature left wet trails as it sniffed his neck. Dick could smell its stench; some combination of wet fur, tobacco smoke and gunpowder—
Jason?
The smell triggered a memory, something Dick hadn't thought of in what felt like years. It took him back to the Wayne mansion, a time when Dick was just starting to stretch his wings on his own. He'd come home to find a leather jacket abandoned on the sitting room sofa, and for a second he'd been convinced someone had taken out his dads old jacket. Dick had snatched it up fast and scurried away with it to an unused guestroom with covers on all the furniture that he'd found when he'd just moved into the mansion and kept going to whenever he wanted to be alone.
He'd slung the jacket around his shoulders and curled up onto the covered armchair when he realised the jacket wasn't his dads at all. It smelled distinctly different—stale sweat, cigarettes and gunpowder—and didn't have the stiffness of having been in storage for the last few years. But something about it just felt comfortable, like a puzzle piece falling into place, and Dick kept it on and stayed in that room until darkness blanketed the sky outside. He'd dozed off and only thought of the owner needing the jacket when he heard voices in the corridor outside.
Dick had frozen in horror at the thought of the owner opening the door and finding Dick all cuddled up in their jacket, but to his relief they kept going past. He quickly snuck back to the original sitting room and returned the jacket to it's place on the sofa, then spun around to leave and got to the open door where he almost walked into the large form of Jason coming into the room.
Dick stumbled backwards and almost fell before he felt big hands bracing his shoulders. He blinked up at Jason; his white tuft of hair, his green eyes, the scar on his cheek, and was speechless. He hadn't been this close to Jason ever before. Usually it just felt like Jason avoided the mansion completely, and him specifically if Jason had to be there.
"Watch it, kid."
Dick couldn't speak as he was gently hustled to the side and Jason swept in to pick up the jacket and just as quickly leave again. It felt like a blink before Jason was gone, as if he'd never been there. But the warmth of his big hands on Dick's body lingered long after the moment was over.
It was the only time Dick had been so close to Jason.
Dick was brought back to the present when he felt sharp teeth scraping his neck, and he shuddered at the proximity to the artery in his throat. Saliva dripped down his skin and onto the wooden floor beneath him. He had to do something.
"Jason?"
Everything stopped. It was like the world held its breath, a single moment of disbelief restructuring Dick's reality. The creature…
Was Jason.
With a growl, time restarted. The creature—Jason—seemed to get more agitated by Dick's voice, or maybe it was by Dick calling his name. Whatever it was, something was very wrong.
Dick felt Jason's claws hook into the neckline of his suit.
"No, wait, Jason-"
With a rip, Jason tore the fabric right down Dick's spine, baring his scarred skin to the night air. His hands clenched fruitlessly, but Dick was worried one misstep would make Jason do… something. He didn't know what, or even what was going through Jason's mind(if he even had it right now).
He tried to sit up, leveraging his hands beneath himself when Jason's furred palm roughly pushed him back down.
"Okay, okay, I won't try to go… Jason, please…" Dick soothed as his fingers spread out over the floorboards. Jason rumbled deep in his chest in response, not quite a growl but not a purr either. He continued trying to get Dick's suit off, ripping and tearing with his claws and teeth while Dick grew more and more anxious. Jason's ministrations weren't careful, and Dick was intimately aware of the scratches blossoming on his body.
Finally the suit was in tatters around them and Dick shivered at the chill in the air. He didn't get the chance to turn on the heating after he came home, and he cursed himself for not leaving it on when he left earlier.
A sharp pain in his thigh made Dick cry out and try to move his leg away, leaving himself exposed under Jason's massive shadow. He could feel what he understood now was Jason's teeth in his skin, breaking it and slowly trailing blood down his leg. Jason licked it up and Dick felt, to his humiliation, a familiar tingle in the bottom of his stomach.
Jason's long tongue laved the back of his thighs, up over his ass and between his legs. It reached all the way down to his cunt and the first time Dick felt the wet and warm appendage drag over his hole, he couldn't help stiffening and letting out a small moan. His fingernails scratched the floorboards hard as Jason's tongue swept over his clit and hole, over his taint and flicking his ass. With every stroke, Dick could feel it pressing harder and harder against him and he tried in vain to close his legs. Immediately Jason's big paws gripped his thighs and wrenched them apart with a warning growl and Dick flinched hard, his breath catching in his throat.
The grip strained his muscles in a way that he'd never felt before, and he knew he'd have massive bruises later. He stared down into the veined wood beneath him, saliva pooling in his mouth. For a moment nothing moved. Time stood still.
Dick knew—with a certainty that came from knowing life or death, knowing the moment before you jump if you were enough to reach the other side—that Jason wouldn't let him leave alive if he didn't want to. He was trapped, fully and completely, and there was nothing he could do. There would be no rescue, no one expected to hear from him, and he couldn't save himself.
Perhaps that was the biggest blow of all. He'd never been in a situation he couldn't get himself out of before. There had always been a last-minute hail-mary, an ace, something—anything. But no.
Not this time.
Dick was scared and in pain and he couldn't do a thing to change that. As if it wasn't enough, he felt his eyes watering in shame and humiliation. He heard Jason huff above him and fabric rustled against the floor. Then, a big, wet tongue inside him and Dick whined at the stretch of his hole. He'd never had anything other than his own fingers in there and they were decidedly neither as thick or as long.
It felt violating and wrong and the tears finally dripped down his cheeks to plop down on the floor. But the worst part was how good it felt. He could feel every minute movement, every twitch and twist, the way it dragged against his inner walls and lit something up inside him like a spark flaming up into a bonfire.
His legs shook as Jason shoved his tongue inside of Dick, stretching him to the point of pain, then pulling out only to do it all over again. The sensations were overwhelming, the juxtaposition of pain and pleasure paralysing. Dick was driven, slowly but surely, to the very edge of coming when Jason suddenly pulled away—and Dick's hips couldn't help but chase after him. He realised he was panting with his mouth open when he felt spit drip down his chin.
Jason did something that rustled above him and Dick had a quick thought of taking the chance to escape, but his arms wouldn't even support half his weight when he got his hands under him. All of him was shivering in the dark cold, his apartment not naturally warm enough to be able to walk around naked.
Dick only realised what happened when he felt a blunt pressure on his cunt—and he panicked.
"Jas-Jason, no, please! Don't-"
His words cut off as, with a deep growl, Jason forcefully pushed forward into the tight, wet heat of Dick's hole. There was no adjustment as Jason began thrusting powerfully, his long and thick cock stretching Dick's pussy like nothing ever had before. Dick's mouth was open in one long whine, his eyes scrunched shut in pain. His nails dug into the wooden floorboards hard enough to break some off and leave finger-size trails of blood in the grooves left behind. His entire body felt taut as a bowstring as it moved with every thrust Jason made.
Jason was moulding him, using him, like a plush or a toy—without thought or feeling, a thing to be used and abused, something that didn't protest because it didn't know how to.
There was a certain relief in the idea. Dick didn't have to react, just let it happen.
Jason's cock pressed against something inside him and Dick jolted. It felt like electricity ran through his veins the longer Jason rubbed against that spot, and Dick felt a rush of wetness between his legs.
Somewhere, the pain had passed into pleasure without Dick knowing it, and now he couldn't stop moaning. He could feel his stomach distending slightly with every thrust, making him dizzy with the realisation of how big Jason was. It felt like he was both hypervigilant in his own body and floating away in a fog, knowing everything and nothing at the same time. The grainy wood under his palms, the tears dripping down his cheeks, the spit drooling from his open mouth, his toes curling, and Jason enveloping him completely with his furred body, thrusting inside him without any thought for Dick.
Jason's rhythmic grunting in pace with his movements became more and more distant in Dick's ears as he felt his pleasure building, teetering on a precipice. Jason was a machine behind him, never stopping, never pausing, and Dick could feel a tightening low in his belly, like a rope pulled taut and to the limit. He could almost see the fibers of it bursting in his mind, twisting and pulling right up until the rope broke and he was pulled over the edge and down into the most forceful orgasm he'd ever had. His vision went white and his ears rang and he felt his cunt clenching in pulses on Jason's cock while his limbs tensed hard.
It felt as if nothing existed but pleasure, one continuous pull of satisfaction in his mind and body as Jason never stopped. Dick's cunt was electrified, the nerves buzzing and growing into oversensitivity bordering on discomfort the longer it went on. Dick felt limp like a doll on the floor as Jason kept taking and taking, hoping that Jason would feel satisfied soon.
Suddenly, he felt Jason's thrusts slowing down, but there was a new pressure on his cunt whenever Jason pressed fully in, like he wasn't done yet. When Dick finally realised what it was, he tried to protest.
"Jason, no, don't do this, please…" Dick clenched his hole trying to keep Jason out, but it didn't help. With a pop, Jason's knot pushed fully inside Dick, stretching his cunt like nothing ever had. At the same time, Jason's snout breathed hot and heavy over the apex of Dick's neck and shoulder, and when he pushed inside Dick's cunt he bit down hard. His canines easily broke through Dick's flesh and blood spilled over his skin, seeping over his back and down onto the stained floor.
Dick whimpered and whined, but the knot was completely stuck inside him, plugging him as Jason came. He felt his belly, his womb, filling up with Jason's spend to the brim. He could barely breathe, barely even move, and he felt exhausted. One hand slowly crept down to his belly and felt the distended bulge of Jason's cock and cum filling him up.
He didn't know what to feel, if he even felt anything at all. His emotions were wrung out of him, like a water-drenched rag being dried as forcefully as you can. His eyes fell shut and his head rested on the floor, he shivered from time to time with the bareness of his skin and the oversensitivity of his nerves.
He didn't know how much time had passed when Jason's teeth let go of his neck and Jason's knot deflated enough to pull out, pushing rivulets of cum out of him that left stains on his thighs and surely his floor as well. Someone moved him, picked him up off the floor and carried him before putting him down gently on a soft surface that he recognised as his bedspread. He was enveloped in warmth and sank fully down into the bliss of unconsciousness.
When Dick woke up, he wasn't sure what had happened at first. He was curled up naked on his bed, with cumstains drying on his thighs and caked blood over his neck and upper body. His sheets were irreparably stained and there was red fur clinging to the fabric. His breath caught at the realisation that- that-
It wasn't a dream.
He burst out of bed, but Jason was nowhere to be found in his apartment. Evidence of yesterday's happenings could be found on his livingroom floor, but no sign of how Jason got either in or out.
There was no way he was getting any answers to why Jason did what he did. Why had he chosen Dick? Was it just instinct? Was there something else behind it? Or had he just found something familiar?
A part of Dick wished it had been a conscious choice, and another part just wished he could know why.
Despair found a grip on his lungs and squeezed.
What if Jason didn't remember?
They hadn't observed the others affected by this phenomenon long enough to know if they'd known what was happening while transformed, if they'd had any sort of choices or awareness at all…
In the middle of Dick's mental spiral, his communicator chirped. He absently gripped it from his nightstand and looked at the message.
All hands on deck. New outbreak.
He shook his head. Now wasn't the time to get stuck in his own head, he had to help. As he rushed to the shower to wash away the evidence(he could never get rid of all of it, the bitemarks on his thigh and neck smarted and he could feel the beginning of bruises on his back and arms) he couldn't help thinking that maybe, just maybe, he could find Jason and get him back to normal.
Maybe it could mean something.