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[At first the nightmares didn't come. Dick slept for a while, who could really tell for how long it was until after the fact. He'd hoped when they fell asleep together that it might not happen. Dick hadn't slept with anyone since then-- his death, and the pit--, beyond the titans that is. They understood, because they knew. They mostly ignored it, because he always had his own room.

He was back there, the bat in his hand and he was slamming it into Jason over and over, watching his beloved Robin replacement, and the teen he was supposed to mentor turn into so much blood. This time instead of staying his hand like he had in the pit, Dr Crane got to him, and hauled him away -- turning him into one more person living inside their heads.

Dick screamed as his fear began to close in on him. "I must not fear. I will not fear. The wolf will fear me." He cried out his mantra, knowing that eventually he'd wake. Still, pain, excruciating pain, canvased his body while he slept. He was fine in the real world, minus the trembling of his body, his jerking motions and the eventual terror-like cries that began to escape his lips. ]

( it seems fitting that one of them has the nightmares tonight.

bruce, for the most part, sleeps without much in the way of dreams. a gentle blessing for the night— morning, in their case. but when dick starts to move — when he starts to jerk and jostle the bed some, blue eyes flutter open and his whole body becomes alert.

it takes him no more than a couple seconds to piece together what's happening and he shifts some — doesn't leave the bed nor dick's side, just gives the other man a bit of space as he looks to him there, bracing himself on his arm. )

Dick.

( it's not a question. it's an attempt to reach out to him verbally first before he gently places a hand to dick's shoulder. a means to rouse him from whatever terrors plague him behind his closed eyes. )

[It does seem like it should be fitting. Dick didn't know that it would be him. He would have rather it not have been him. For once, he would have liked to slept peacefully with someone. Goodness knows that Bruce has done enough to make him feel peace tonight-- at least more than he's felt in a long time. If there's any way to bring in a New Year, it's this.

Tossing and turning, Dick fights the darkness of his dream, and screams through the hold that it has on him inside. It takes the touch to bring him out. It's not until Bruce reaches in and physically pulls him from the pit that Dick realizes that he's not there any more.

Knowing what happened when he wakes, Dick can feel the dampness of his forehead, and sighs against the echo of maniacal laughter. Turning, Dick wraps his arms around Bruce and closes his eyes not saying a word. He knows the other man understands, and that there doesn't need to be words right now. Taking comfort isn't a crime. ]

( when bruce wakes from nightmares, it's often by himself. when he was younger, alfred would be there to check on him — to offer an embrace if he needed it and chase away whatever terrors clung to him in the waking world. now, he turns to shots of alcohol in deep amber shades. alone in the kitchen or sometimes in his room. chasing them away with drinks rather than the company of another.

so when dick turns into him — when he wraps those arms around him seeking comfort, he blinks. just for a moment. until a hand comes up and cradles the back of the other man's head. staying like that in the bed. together.

swallowing, he looks past dick — across the room — and when he speaks, his words are soft, meant to try and soothe the best he can. )

I got you.

[Dick is no stranger to a glass filled with dark amber liquid. There are plenty of nights that he's resorted to his private stash, the one locked behind a panel in his bedroom wall. He got into the habit of keeping it there when he was in Titan's Tower and the kids kept nicking his liquor. Dick got smarter, and found a place they would never find it.

Now it's there when he needs it. Always more than one bottle, and always several kinds for the different types of evenings he has. Tonight he doesn't need it. Tonight he doesn't even think about it as he tucks his body tight against another one. It must be an instinct, because Dick doesn't think twice about it.

If it had been any other person, he might not have done it. In fact, Dick knows he wouldn't have his arm wrapped tight and his lips pressed to Bruce's chest, had it been anyone but Bruce-- but here he is. Dick kisses up Bruce's chest and along his chin, finding comfort in the action. He noses softly at the base of Bruce's chin and looks at him with overly large brown eyes.]

I know. Don't let go.

I'm not.

( it's not i won't because eventually he'll have to, but. he also doesn't know if he might let go of him sometime in the future. bruce is a man of complexities who has a tendency to complicate things that don't need to be. sometimes without even realizing he's doing it. for now, though, he's here with him. hand still cradling the back of dick's head, even with those kisses having been pressed to his skin. )

Do you need something?

( a beat, voice still soft. )

Drink? Fresh air?

You. I just... this is good. I'll be fine in a second.

[Swallowing, Dick takes a deep breath and truly kisses Bruce on the lips, soft and eager but keeps his mouth closed, so that there's heat but not desperation. He traces his fingers through the slightly tangled bits of hair that have fallen forward to cloud and shadow the beautiful blue of Bruce's eyes. Brushing it back, Dick smiles and pushes out another long breath of air.

He sits up a little bit, and turns away to grab the bottle of water he left at his bedside before they settled to sleep. It looks like they got four hours, which is hardly something to shake a stick at for them. Taking a long sip, Dick turns back to Bruce.]

Thank you. I've never really had anyone here that understands.

( when dick pulls away, he lets him. kiss lingering there on his lips, fingers slipping out of the strands of hair they held between them. a nod, he watches the other man take a moment for himself, knowing how it goes, like he said. )

Probably a good thing.

( he says, quiet. the meaning of that being more that it's not anything he would wish on anyone else to have to deal with. bad enough dick understands. that he goes through it, too. again, things that he feels are a result of him— another version of him. bringing someone else into this. having them share it.

sitting up himself now, sheets pulled at his waist, he brushes a few strands of dark coloured hair from his face, blue eyes soft in their gaze as he continues to watch dick there. )

I usually don't like going back to sleep after.

I'm the same way. The pit has a bad after effect. Dying does that to you. It's like a stain on my soul. I used to dream about other things, and now...this.

[Strange thing to be able to share the nightmares with another person. He could never talk to his mentor about this type of thing. They weren't the type to talk about things that were perceived as weaknesses. It was known they existed, because each had been there to bring water or to wake the other from screaming, but no words were ever spoken, no comfort given. That was weakness.

Looking at Bruce now, Dick hoped there wasn't that same thought. Wetting his lips, Dick slid lower in the bed and laid his head on Bruce's lap, across the sheets that pooled in his lap. He ran a hand up and down the outer portion of his thigh. A small smile began to form. It had been ages since he'd done anything as simple as this with someone else, so long that Dick couldn't even recall it-- had it even ever happened before?]

( when dick shifts to lay his head down across his lap, bruce remains quiet as he watches him. it may have been ages for dick, but. for bruce, this is new and it takes him a second or two to really process this... process this shared moment here between them of understanding and relating to one another in, again, ways he didn't think he'd be able to with someone else.

gently, a hand comes down to rest atop dick's head and fingers are careful in the way they slowly brush through those dark strands of hair. he remembers his mother doing this with him — knows that he liked it and felt safe when she did. maybe dick will feel the same, if even for a short window of time. )

Maybe don't die again.

( it's said softly, as a means to gently lighten the mood. )

I might miss you if you do.

[It certainly could have been an overt gesture for how well they knew one another. It was impossibly intimate and Dick realized it the longer he stayed laying there. He could feel the warmth of Bruce's groin pressed to the side of his face through the sheets, and the sturdy strength of his thighs as well.

It was unique in that Dick was comforted and turned on all at once. He let his fingers trail back and forth, up and down as he lay there slowly catching his breath, and even after he stayed. The fingers in his hair were mesmerizing, and for as much as Dick figured he should move, he didn't want to. ]

Don't worry. It was a unique situation. I won't let it happen again. I was trying to keep someone else safe that I cared about, and things got messy.

[Dick rolled around so that he was laying on his back now, looking up at Bruce, eyes blinking thoughtfully.]

Would you really though. Miss me?

( fingers slip away from dark strands of hair when dick moves around on the bed, hand gently falling to the sheets instead. for a moment, he's quiet. then dick goes and asks him that and the silence seems to stretch further. not because he doesn't know how to answer it. but because he does know how to answer it and, doing so feels like revealing a vulnerability to him. even if it's dick. even if it's fine to do with him, just. it's still difficult to, at times. with others. even when he wants to. )

Yeah.

( simple and genuine. even if blue eyes are focused on the sheets rather than dick's face. )

[There's a weight that Dick knows comes with that word, and it lifts a feeling inside him. Maybe it will be anything but smooth sailing. Even in a night and then some it's been up and down and around the table. They are unique individuals, that's to be certain.

Dick admires Bruce deeply, even the darkness and the shadows that huddle around him so deeply. Leaning up using only the muscles of his stomach, Dick reaches out to caress the swift bone that he's touched so often in the last twelve plus hours. ]

You too, more than I thought. You're so stunning. All these angles, and edges and somehow not as hard as you should be when I take in the whole picture.

[Not that Batman isn't hard and frightening. He's every bit that, but the countenance before him is different, and stunning all in own right, a right that Dick is completely attracted to in every way, shape and form.]

( it's strange to hear someone think that of him. possibly because he doesn't think that of himself in the slightest. dick says it so effortlessly — so genuinely and bruce finds it difficult to swallow. does he want to get used to this? to being thought of in such a way? will it possibly rub off on him at some point if he hears it— feels it from someone so genuine in what he feels like dick? as always, his thoughts take off and he falls to that familiar silence he so often does.

at least, until he looks over to dick there beside him on the bed. )

I can be hard.

( softly, smile faint on his lips, words meant to tease. )

Especially when around you.

[It's funny to think that any of those words were not difficult for Dick to say. Most of the words that he's come by tonight have been difficult on one level or another. He's still not used to saying the things that he thinks, or the ones that settle over the beating vessel in his chest. They get stuck in his larynx, and there are still times when Dick parts his lips only to close them. Words that will never be said because he can't.

He's done so well for himself here tonight, because if there's ever been another soul who might understand him-- it's Bruce. Perhaps so different from his mentor, yet the backstory and the pain still lets them match the heartbreak and manner of speaking and withholding. It is still this which lets Dick speak. It might not settle well with Bruce, but Dick doesn't find it as odd.

He sees so many differences, that there is barely anything that he finds in common. Sitting up, Dick leans over and runs his hand along Bruce's thigh outside the white cotton of the sheets. ]

You're not too hard.

[pushing it up higher to brush fingers along the edge of his softened prick.]

At least not now. I do like a challenge though.

( he knew damn well what he was doing when he went and said that.

gently, he noses at dick, blue eyes falling shut for a moment before they flutter open and rest a half-lidded gaze on the other man so close there next to him. they should probably get out of bed at some point. it's well beyond morning now what with how late they had stayed up last night; he still remembers the fleeting sunrise there on the balcony with dick.

smile faint on his lips, he ducks his head. just a little. )

I'm sure you do.

( like a challenge, that is. )

But you might need to take it easy. Going like you did last night.

[With this little time, why on earth get out of bed at all. They both know what lies in the other room. There's a couch and a TV, and small talk that they are accomplishing here more than fine. They'd end up in the same positions if they were out there. They could wander into a bath, if that was something that Bruce wanted to do, but for now Dick didn't want a date, all he wanted was to enjoy their time together in its small tiny window.

Sighing, Dick runs his thumb in circles around Bruce's dick, running it back to his balls. He doesn't feel any real fatigue from last night. If there's soreness. Well...]

Do you really think I have to take it easy after only one night. You should know that I'm a very determined learner, and have great stamina. Don't bet me out.

[He runs his nose along Bruce's chin, and then his jawline back to his cheek, nuzzling the entire way while his fingers trace out the lines of Bruce's cock, enjoying the simple way it feels in his hand, the weight, shape and feel between his digits.]

( he can't relate to the feeling of being stretched open— being filled like dick so greedily was last night. but he can imagine that for a first time, there's tenderness felt despite the amount of stamina dick still has within him. it's only because he cares that he considers it. because it's dick and he's still here with him.

still here with fingers stroking his cock and gently fondling his sack. if ever there were temptation in the form of another...

he sucks in a breath. soft. quiet. swallows thickly as a means to choke down the moan that threatens to leave him. how can he not want to when the other man's touch on him feels the way that it does? he leans back on a hand, breath on his lips again, and he finds the will to open his eyes after having let them fall shut again. blue eyes soft — faint touch of desire pooling there within them that he keeps at bay. he's good at that, after all. denying himself things as a means to keep himself in line. keep himself focused. )

Wouldn't think of it. ( another breath. ) But first times are often a little... rough.

[It's the next day, and the beating that his inner muscles took the night before still ache, but as do all first times the fact that there was preparation and lubrication matters. First times hurt, no matter how or why. While Dick has never and will never have a vagina to lose his virginity with that way; he's taken the virginity of a woman and had sex with her later. It requires a little more tenderness if that's the type of woman she is.

Still, Dick finds it sweet in a way that Bruce thinks about him and how he might be doing after the way Bruce had pushed him last night. It had been so odd and almost disconnected in the beginning and then finished closely. Only to have the rest of their night bounce back and forth with intimacy.

Now, Dick has a good handle on the hows and whys, he thinks-- but at the time it had taken a while to understand it. Now that he does in his own way; he doesn't give up with his fingers. He doesn't stop as Bruce's dick begins to fill out in the way Dick's hand curls around it and starts to stroke it. ]

I love your cock, the way it feels in my hand, the weight of it. My first time was perfect. How was yours.

( both hands are what he leans back on now, lips parted and eyes softly shut. focus is what he's good at, but. dick's also rather good, it seems. especially with his hands. words strike a chord of passion within him and bruce finds it difficult to focus on anything else that isn't dick and his touch. last night floods his thoughts. splinters of kisses — sometimes sloppy and the way it felt to be buried so deeply inside the other man. the way he took his cock so good and wanted more of it. wanted all of him so close and so deep.

he feels dizzy for a moment. caught up in everything that he's feeling both from last night and right here in bed. leaning in, he noses at dick again — blindly. )

You thought that was perfect?

( words that are nothing more than a brush against dick's mouth before lips are stolen in a kiss. then another. and another and another. hand coming to cradle the side of the other man's face, greedy and letting himself be that. no matter how fleeting it might be. )

Absolutely. Nothing but..

[How could there be any answer but exactly what Dick offered. Last night was obscenely perfect in every way that mattered to him. He had his first time with someone that he wanted, that he physically needed and cared for. He gave his body up willingly, and Bruce filled him so devastatingly completely. He'd never felt so at one with another person. It was nothing but perfect. He'd recreate that as many times as he could in this lifetime.

Feeling that nose against his had Dick sighing. He slid his finger over the head of Bruce's erection and used what he found to make gliding along it that much easier. Then came those kisses, the ones that Dick opened to and eagerly became a part of. He grew more intense and chased the feeling the longer their mouths collided.

Eventually Dick brought his own erection into the foray. He wrapped his hand around both of them and began to stroke them together. "Bruce. Oh fuck." He moaned, feeling the way the other's cock brushed up against his own. It wasn't nearly as good as feeling the way Bruce could fill him, but it was magical as they kissed. It belayed a closeness that hadn't been there the night before-- for now at least.]

( the way dick touches him— the way he gets him off with just his hands and words alone worries bruceshould he? is he allowed to have something for himself on this path he's chosen to walk? or maybe it was never his choice. maybe this was where he was going to end up all along. things that can keep a person up at night.

but for now, the only thing up is his cock.

the sounds that leave him are low and almost strangled. as if trying to bite them back — to keep them from spilling from his lips even when it's just the two of them here. but dick has some way of pulling them out of him that he finds it difficult to resist. finds dick difficult to resist and it's why he's drowning in those kisses shared between them. willingly. without so much as a second thought with whether he should or not.

he starts to get them both off — starts to stroke them together simultaneously and it gets bruce turned on even more than he realizes. desire heavy in blue eyes, hand grasping the back of dick's neck as a means to keep him close against him, he presses his forehead to his. lets himself catch a glimpse of their cocks brushing together as they are. skin flushed. lips parted. breath catching as blunt nails scratch along the nape of dick's neck they hold so tightly to.

and then his phone is going off in the huddle of clothes there on the floor, bruce blinking those blue eyes of as if slowly being pulled out of this little heated bubble of want and desire for one another he's currently sitting in. )

[There's a measure of urgency that Dick can feel creeping into the little collected space that they've surrounded themselves with. It doesn't matter what created it, but Dick can feel the overwhelming desire wash over his skin where Bruce clings to him in a way that he hasn't yet so far. It's his latest dream that he needs to pinch himself to wake up from. Instead, he picks up the way he works over their cocks. He slides over the heads, and takes it down to the bases, thorough with every one of their strokes to bring them through the sweetest spots of pleasure every time he binds them together like this.

Feasting on those sounds, Dick mimics several of them and moans, nipping at lips and lower parts of Bruce's chin and neck. He moves back and forth between tangled tongues that seem to form greedy little noises of need and newly minted desperation and places he knows bring whimpers of pleasure when he nips or sucks through the right spot.

When the phone sounds, the words start to scream in Dick's head, but then he fronts a solution. Rolling over Bruce, he makes a grab for the bedside apparatus and punches the button to hold it up to Bruce's ear. If Dick can do this, then so can Bruce. He will finish this one thing between them before he leaves. Dick's hands speed up their rhythm and pace, knowing what it takes to give himself a quickie, he pushes Bruce in the same way. Keeping his mouth away from the receiver as he keeps the phone at the Bat's ear, Dick takes his mouth to Bruce's nipple and sucks as he pulls their cocks in desperation.

He can feel himself growing closer. "Soon.." He whispers, hoping that the phone call will end before they both end up losing it, because Dick will not let Bruce leave until they've finished. He can call off most a day and night, but this is one thing Dick will savor as he's on his own again.

( the fact that dick goes out of his way to grab the phone — to put it up there against his ear while he still works the both of them with his hand... shit. unexpected and it shows in the way bruce looks to him. cheeks flushed and lips parted.

it takes him a second or two to find the will to muster up some semblance of composure so that he can answer in a way that isn't laced with a moan, but. he does it. all while eyeing the other man. )

Yeah. I'm fine. With Dick.

( nails dig into the nape of the other man's neck as he says his name. almost as if chiding him for putting him in this situation.

another second, eyes fall shut. lips part. a soundless moan leaving him, face scrunched up to show it. he's not going to last much longer and he's not so sure he wants to anyways. )

Be in touch later.

( call ended, he reaches up and takes the phone. drops it down to the bed. then pulls dick in close by the neck and kisses him. hard. sharply, he nips his bottom lip. again, as if to chide. a tip of his head back, lips brush over his nose instead, eyes on him despite their wanting to close. )

Dick.

( whether or not he's merely saying his name or calling him such a thing, well. who is to say. )

[Hearing the other side of the story, Dick breathes slightly easier. He wishes he'd not sped through things so quickly, but the hunger was there and he was almost certain this was the thing that was going to tear them apart. Dick has been there. He knows what those phone calls mean, and no matter how many times you promise that person you're with that you'll stay, you end up walking away for work. Work is what you're devoted to, married to.

Dick is trying not to be that person anymore, but he knows that Bruce isn't there. He hasn't found the people that killed his parents, hasn't found all the monsters that haunt him so greedily and doesn't understand what it means when a person is devoted to him like this. Not to mention he hasn't died and come back to life.

Let's hope that one never comes true. Dick tosses his head back and shivers into Dick's final words. When mouths rebound against another, Dick gives in. He doesn't care anymore. This is his life and he will give it to who he wants to. He slows down his hand a tick, and takes a breath, rubbing up and down. Dick twines his legs up with Bruce, and lets go of their pricks so that he can effectively rub his cock against Bruce's where it sits against his body.]

I thought you were leaving. I need you. So bad. Come with me.

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