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"Little Wing~" he calls, sing-songing voice echoing down the halls. He relishes in the way it makes the heartbeat he follows flutter. Fear. Anticipation. He could move silent as a shadow if he wishes, but he lets his footfalls echo. Each one bringing him closer to his sweet little bird.
He opens the door to the scent of sweet life and fear. Even after all this time, his precious bird's fear always betrays him. Jason lays in bed, a sheet covering his bare lower half. His eyes are closed, and his chest rises and falls in a steady rhythm. Practiced. Convincing enough, if it had been a human stalking toward his bedside, sinking so softly to the mattress that it doesn't even dip under his weight.
He can fake the breathing of sleep. He can fake the stillness of sleep. But he can't fake the hummingbird flutter of his heart. The scent of fear as his blood pumps through his veins.
Dick leans down, letting his lips ghost over Jason's warm shoulder. This close, the scent of his blood is almost intoxicating. It sings of vitality. So beautifully alive. To think, he'd considered turning Jason, in the beginning.
To Jason's credit, he doesn't flinch or shudder anymore under the press of Dick's icy lips on his skin. His shoulders are a constellation of freckles, nebulae of bloomed bruises. Love bites that Dick has meticulously painted across his pale, silky skin. One of Dick's hands curls around Jason's bicep, feeling the hard, sinuous muscle under the velvet wrapping as he trails the junction where his shoulder and neck meets.
Here the skin is puckered with bites of a different type, no less lovingly raised by Dick's skilled mouth. The little pale scars where fang has penetrated sweet vein. Dick flicks the tip of his tongue out over one, feeling where scar contrasts against unblemished skin. Each one is cold to the touch, a little bit like a vampire's flesh, a remnant of the venom that incapacitates his prey as he drains him of the nectar that sustains them both.
"I know you're awake, Little Wing," he coos against his skin. "I don't know why you bother pretending. I could hear your heart drumming in you chest down the hall." He splays a hand over Jason's chest, feeling the warmth of life, the vibration of his pounding heart through bone and muscle and skin. It kicks up in response. Dick nearly groans aloud. "Let me see those pretty baby blues.
Slowly, Jason blinks his eyes open, flashing them up to where Dick hovers over him without moving a muscle. There had been so much fight in him in the beginning, Dick would have had to compel him to follow such a simple command.
"There he is," he sighs, reaching up to trace along his jaw with the back of a finger. "My Little Wing. Was that so hard?"
"Go to hell."
"Very original," he chuckles, leaning back, letting a hand skim down Jason's flank. His little bird finally shivers under his touch. An edge of arousal colors his scent now. Oh, if Jason could smell it, he would seethe at his body's betrayal. "Next you'll tell me to bite you."
Dick stands, keeping his eyes on Jason as he pulls his shirt over his head in a single fluid movement. Jason sighs and rolls onto his back. In the beginning, there might have been a bit more song and dance to this. A bit of teasing. A bit of struggling. Now they both know what's going to happen, and Jason knows exactly who's going to come out on top. His jeans join the shirt on the floor. Is it the most vampiric regalia a Vampire King has ever worn? No. But it's more comfortable and less stupid looking than some antiquated Dracula look.
Just as bare as Jason, Dick sweeps the sheet off of his lower body with a flourish. Jason shivers in the cool air. His body is stiff, eyes tracking each of Dick's movements. Dick crawls into bed alongside him, letting their bodies press. Soft, warm, vital against hard, cold, undead.
It's easy to manhandle Jason over top of him. Jason braces his hands against Dick's chest, cheeks flushed. The overlong curls of his hair hang just over his eyes. Dick smiles, reaching up to sweep one away, just for it to fall right back into place. His other hand settles on Jason's hip, fingers slotting in over the bruises he's left there over countless nights already. A perpetual twilight stain of fingerprints on his skin, perfectly contoured to the shape of his hand.
Instinctively, Jason grinds down against him, plush lower lip caught between his teeth. Nails bite ineffectually into Dick's chest. Between the sweet friction of his slick folds rutting against his growing erection and the beautiful fluttering of his heart, Jason above him is pure arousal. And when Dick tangles a hand into his hair and pulls him down, he comes without complaint, letting Dick drive his tongue up into his pliant mouth and explore it's depths.
He remembers when Jason would thrash and struggle against every touch. If Dick tried to kiss him, he would growl and bite like a feral dog. Oh, the way his heart would race. The rapid beat was the soundtrack to which Dick brought Jason the first of many climaxes, dragged them out of him by force while he cried and raged.
Now Jason is a bit more… docile. A reluctant pet who softens under Dick's touch. Dick cants his hips up to meet Jason's, swallowing down the soft little sound his birdie makes. With a strong grip and lightning fast movements, Dick flips them. Jason gasps as his head fwumps against the pillow, now on his back with his strong thighs wrapped around Dick's hips. Breaking the kiss, Dick slinks down his body.
The scent of his arousal is cloying so close to his dripping cunt. Grinning, Dick spreads his thighs with tender hands. More bruises and scars litter his inner thighs. He leans in to press a kiss against one of the fresher love bites before he digs the pad of a fingertip into it. Jason hisses, but his toes curl into the sheet. It's a delicate balance Dick has built in his Little Wing. Pain that deepens the pleasure. Fear that sweetens the arousal.
With the ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump of Jason's heart singing in Dick's ears, in his bones, he leans in and digs his tongue into pretty little cunt. The taste of him is almost as sweet as his blood, thick and dripping on Dick's lips. Jason's breaths come out in cute little gasps and pants, a hand reaching down to fist in Dick's hair. His hips grate up against Dick's skilled tongue, chasing a pleasure he won't admit to himself he wants.
He doesn't speak when Dick pleasures him. Doesn't beg or encourage or babble. Nor does he curse or revile. It's easier, he thinks, for Jason to bear when Dick drives his cock into his pussy. That, he can dismiss as a selfish creature seeking selfish gratification. But when Dick brings his head between his legs, there's nothing selfish about that. The act exists for Jason's pleasure, and Jason's alone. Dick gets nothing from it beyond the satisfaction of making his little bird shudder through an orgasm against his tongue.
It doesn't take long. A cracked moan cries over the beating of his heart, his fingers tighten in Dick's hair, and Jason quakes. Dick works him through it, slow and steady pressure against his clit, through the cresting wave of his orgasm and the little aftershocks that shake him. Until he squirms, legs fighting to shut. Oversensitive.
Dick takes mercy on him tonight. Some nights, he might keep his legs pried apart and continue laving over him until he shakes through orgasm after painful orgasm, a crying mess of overstimulation.
He crawls back up Jason's body with his birdie's nectar dripping from his lips. Jason's face is flushed beautiful, vibrant, vital pink. His eyes are glassy. Not yet to the point of tears, but it won't take long. Dick stoops, laying his head against Jason's chest. Closes his eyes and listens. He doesn't need to be this close to hear his heart, but something about the tactile feel of his flushed skin and the living, thrumming vibrations compels him.
Ba-bump ba-bump ba-bump.
Satisfied, Dick braces his hands on either side of Jason's shoulders and lines his hard cock up at his entrance. Jason's blue eyes stare up at the ceiling. Resigned. Accepting. The fear/arousal scent has softened. His heartbeat slows a little. His legs fall just the slightest bit further apart.
Dick slides in with ease, Jason so slick and pliant for him. The burning heat of him makes Dick groan, a low, rumbling growl in his chest. Jason's cunt was made to take him. He's glad all over again he decided to keep Jason human. In the beginning, he had every intention of turning him, letting his Little Wing rule by his side. He was even confidant Jason would be more than willing to warm his bed once he was a vampire. But then he wouldn't have the heat of his core like burning hellfire wrapped around his cock. He wouldn't have his sweet lifeblood on his lips. He wouldn't have his hummingbird heart beat whispering in his ear.
He fucks him slow. It's a slow kind of night. No hurry. Just the press and slide of bodies — warm against cold — and mingled breaths. Mingled pants and moans. Jason's hands wind around his shoulders, nails raking over undead flesh. His head tips back, eyes meeting Dick's. An invitation. A plea.
Dick chuckles, leaning down to press his lips against Jason's scarred neck. But that's all he does. Jason whines. A vampire's bite can be addictive in small doses (and deadly in larger ones). The venom idles the head with euphoria, keeping the livestock calm and docile while they're drained.
"Please," Jason breaths, voice a cracked whisper. "Please, Dickie." An old nickname. It only rarely crosses his lips now, only when Jason is trying to appeal to some long dead and buried part of Dick that remembers him fondly as the hapless little Robin he'd once been.
"Not yet, Little Wing," he murmurs against his skin. "I want you to feel me."
Jason whines. Frustrated. Overwhelmed. Tears roll down his cheeks. Dick laps one up, tasting the salt. A sob wracks Jason's chest, and his cunt clenches down so divine it makes Dick moan and rock into him a little more sharply.
"Please," he begs again. "Please, don't make me-"
"Don't make you what, love?"
The pain in his eyes as he blinks up at Dick is delicious. "D-don't make me feel."
Dick frowns, his hips slowing. "You're human," he says softly, hand coming up to caress his tear-stained cheek. "It's the one thing you excel at above vampires. You feel so deeply. Physically, emotionally."
Jason shakes his head, eyes squeezing shut. "Want it to stop."
Something uncomfortable settles in the pit of Dick's stomach. Not enough to get him to stop rocking into the heavenly cunt wrapped around him. But enough to make his lower his head and nip through Jason's delicate skin. He doesn't sink into a vein, doesn't give him the full effect of a proper bite. Just a little, to take the edge off.
The effect is almost immediate. Jason's face smooths out, body melting into the mattress. Heart slowing just a little. He still cries, but his tears fall silently. Dick, with Jason's blood on his lips, dips down to kiss him as he fucks him. Lets Jason get a taste of himself. When he breaks the kiss, there's a bright crimson smear on his mouth. Dick kisses across his jaw, down the opposite side of his neck, leaving a bloody little breadcrumb trail along his path.
He nips at Jason's neck, his shoulder, his collarbone, leaving fresh smears of blood in his wake. Jason gasps. Moans. Hips rock up against Dick. His mouth parts in an adorable little O of pleasure as he reaches another climax, spasming so sweetly around Dick.
His body lays soft and pliant under him as Dick chases after his own pleasure. It takes him considerably longer, one of the curses of a vampire's absurd stamina. Jason shakes through a third orgasm by the time Dick spills deep in his cunt.
He pulls out, rolling onto his side and pulling his Little Wing into his arms. Jason shudders, eyes still glazed with the barest amount of vampire venom. He's a mess of bloody smears that Dick reverently laps away with his tongue. Delicious.
When he came to call on his little bird, he had every intention of making a meal out of him. Now, he's not in such a rush. Jason lets his head be cradled against Dick's chest, their legs tangled together under the sheet.
"I've got you, Little Wing," he murmurs into his hair, fingers tracing soothing circles on his back.
"Dick…"
"Shh." He kisses the crown of his head. "Relax. I've got you." Jason shudders. Tears wet Dick's chest. His heart ba-bumps. Ba-bumps. Ba-bumps. Dick smiles.