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Silken Nightmares	By : Rheatemis Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 3198 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Silken Nightmares
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He’s a lot gentler than people give him credit for. I don’t mean in the way he deals with women or children, in general. I mean the way he deals with those whom he allows to be his family members. Bruce has always been aloof when someone first meets him, and even as they barely get to know him, but his family is sacred to him. They can learn some of the most intimate details of his life…

When he is lying in his bed, albeit rarely that is, his expression is soft and almost… Cute… Cute’s a good way to describe it. The stress and worry of his day-to-day life seems to melt away. The first time I saw his face like that, I was entranced… Strange thing for a boy to say about his care-taker, certainly when he’s welcomed the boy into his home with open arms after the death of his father.

That first night I spent in the Manor… and many other nights afterward, I found myself running to his bedroom after a bad dream would wake me up. The first night, I hesitated outside his room, and simply sat there, trying to figure out what to do, until I had cried myself to sleep, sitting by his door. After a week of Alfred finding me out there, Bruce started to keep his door open a crack to let me know I could come in and wake him.

I took him up on that offer, crawling up into that high framed bed with barely a noise other than the sound of my tears hitting the satin sheets, and my skin dragging along them. I didn’t realize how dry my skin had become. I thought I took better care of myself than that. Somehow, he was always awake and waiting for me, I could see his blue eyes from the doorway. He’s very sensitive to the change in air pressure from the door opening further.

Without a word, he’d sit up and pull back the blankets so that there was room for me to lie beside him, and whisper sadly about what was tormenting me until I would either start to cry, or finish talking and fall asleep. After listening patiently, he would turn me away from him so we could spoon, a comforting position I guess is how he learned it. He put his chin on my head, one arm under it for me to use as a pillow, while the other arm draped over my torso to hold me close to him, wrapped in his perfect warmth. His hands never strayed from where he put them. Whether consciously, or not, no one could ever claim that he was inappropriate with his boys.

We would fall asleep like this most nights, but occasionally; I would turn over and press my forehead into the crook of his neck smelling him, and being comforted by the musky scent. When I did that, his arms would wrap around me tighter, pulling me even closer than before. One of his hands settled in the small of my back, the way I’d seen him do with Selina when they were being… well… intimate out there on the rooftops, but never here in the Manor.

I plan on not going into his room anymore. I don’t want him to think I can’t handle the life I’ve chosen for myself, but he understands the grief I feel, and is doing his best to silently let me grieve so it does not eat me up inside any more than necessary. Almost like he’s trying to protect me from becoming unable to feel, the way he is perceived.

Tonight won’t be the night I stop, though… But I’ll be going in there for an entirely different reason this time. I plan on trying something a little different, something different than anything I’ve ever asked him for, but it’s something I doubt he’d be too interested in undertaking with me. Perhaps I should ask Conner or Dick… Maybe even Bart. I know Dick would do it if I was persistent, or forceful about it, but I want my first time to be with him... And Bart would blab his big mouth to everyone, so he’s certainly out.

Quietly, as always, I sneak into Bruce’s room. Tonight, I decide against wearing my normal pair of pajamas, opting instead for just wearing the pants, without a shirt. Maybe, if there isn’t much work to do, he’ll go along with it. I smile sadly at the man, letting him know I was supposedly there for the same reason as always. I should stop lying to him.

He sighs and shakes his head, pulling the blankets away as always. “Tim…” He says to me with no little concern. “What’s going on? Why are you having so many nightmares?”

I just shake my head as I climb into the bed with him. I close my eyes briefly, as if coming up with a pitiful excuse for my not being able to cope with the loss of my father. Shaking my head, I open my eyes and lean forward to wrap my arms around his neck and press against him, chastely pressing our lips together, using that as a way to gauge his reaction.

I feel his body tense and his hands on my shoulders, pushing me back so he can search my eyes for my true intentions. “What are you doing?” he whispers gruffly, becoming more like Batman, holding me so I would not kiss him again. “This isn't right…” He seems knows what I want from him, a little surprising, actually, almost like he was expecting it. I wonder if Dick and Jason tried to do this too.

“Please, Bruce… Don’t push me away… This is what I want.”

I grasp at his chest, and stare back at him, glad when he allows me to kiss him again, deeper this time, with the hidden meaning evident in the way I press myself to him.

That did the trick. At least, it got him to stop and consider what I wanted from him. I see the look in his eyes that tells me he will give me everything I want, and more. Bruce sits up, moving between my legs. Maybe it will be more comfortable for me if I can see what is going on down there.

Sometimes I really hate myself, and my body’s reactions to things. As soon as his fingers slid into the waistband of my pajamas, my knees locked together. Bruce stopped and looked at me, but before he could say anything to me I insisted that I didn’t want him to stop. He let me kiss him again, and did not protest my hands exploring his well-muscled chest. It’s amazing that the scars on his body only make him seem more masculine.

I hear him grunt when my fingers find his nipples. I massage them gently, while I kiss down his throat and onto his collarbone, like I’d seen the guys do in those porn movies I keep stashed away in a locked box under my bed. Doing this allows me to focus on something else, rather than the cotton sliding down my legs, exposing me fully to Bruce. It seems to surprise him that I sleep without boxers, but his calloused fingers on my thighs makes me
quiver and struggle for breath.

It does not take me long to start sweating and moaning his name encouragingly, knowing it would get him to go just a bit quicker. His fingers pressing into me, stretching me, burns and makes me ache. More than once I almost tried to get him to stop, but he would just slow down and wait for me to be ready again. It takes me a few moments to get used to the changes that are happening to my body, each time he strokes a certain spot inside me, I gasp, and it feels even better than before.

When he forces in his third finger, I tense around him completely, my back arching up off the bed. Oh, God, it hurts so much... I think I'm being torn apart… I want to scream for him to stop, but when I open my mouth, nothing comes out. Even my gasping and moaning was silent.

A calloused, yet gentle hand comes to my cheek, the touch loving and apologetic. I opened my eyes at this point, seeing that he was concerned about my reaction. Gazing into his eyes, I started to think that maybe I was the first Robin he had taken to his bed like this… Dick had never made an allusion to it, and he’s been around a lot longer than I have. But that can’t be right. He’s too practiced at this, he knows exactly where to….

Rather suddenly I come to realize that Bruce is petting my stomach and smiling slightly at me. I blush, almost immediately knowing what happened. I thought I might last longer, but his hands… He’s so… A kiss on my cheek lets me know that what happened was alright. I guess he planned it that way.

He sighs softly, pulling his fingers from my stretched anus. “Sit up, we’re switching positions.” I shouldn’t give in as easily as I do, but I know why I do. I want to please him, please myself, and be his lover. I get up, and move fully onto my knees, while Bruce himself clears most of the pillows from the headboard and seats himself comfortably. Before beckoning me to sit in his lap, he leans over to the bedside table nearest the side I normally sleep on and pulls out a tube of lubrication, which he generously applies to himself. “Okay, Tim…”

He draws me closer with a light touch to my chin, pulling me close to his chest. I lean forward, resting my forearms on his shoulders, kissing him lovingly. With his hands on my hips, he puts me where I should be to complete our coupling. I lower myself slightly, so he can make sure he’s properly positioned. “Bruce…” I whisper hoarsely. What happened to my voice? I concentrate on his smile and his bright blue eyes before I close my own and let him press himself into me, while I push to the back of my mind the sudden fullness I was feeling.

***

I fall against his chest with my eyes closed, sweat seeming to pour down my body. I hadn’t thought that… well, it would be quite like that. I wonder if this is the feeling Dick has when he and Roy get together. He thinks no one knows about that… Slowly, I start to breath normally again, I feel as if I’ve run a few miles without stopping. It was so exhilarating! I’ve never felt anything like it.

Bruce shifts, and I am brought back to my senses. Smiling, I reach up to run my fingers through his sweat-soaked hair. “I love you…” I whisper, leaning up to kiss him again, but my lips are met without the same feeling they had only moments before when we were making love. He seems to have grown cold again, as he pulls out of me and lays me on the bed, comfortably, as always. “Bruce,” I whisper, wrapping my arms around his neck.

Maybe I was just imagining it… His touch is velveteen again, my body automatically arching into it, a contented sigh escaping my lips. I kiss him again, but note that he still does not respond quite the same as he had before. I don’t understand, he was so willing while… Sighing once more, I withdraw my arms and turn over in his grasp, pressing back into him. I blush to take note that I don’t fit well against him. If he has ever noticed, he certainly has never mentioned it. Well, it’s not like I’m really thinking about being his full-time lover. Even I couldn’t handle being ignored like that.

“Bruce,” I whisper, reaching up to pet the arm around my neck, “Bruce, I… I want to know something…” I hear his small noise of acknowledgment. “Did you ever…” I move slightly, very uncomfortable with asking what I want to. “Did you ever sleep with Dick or Jason?” The words come out in a bit of a rush, a sigh following just after. I shouldn’t have asked, I don’t really want to know the answer.

Bruce pets my stomach gently, and is quiet. I wonder if he’s trying to put me to sleep so he doesn’t need to answer me. It won’t work; I’m young enough that sex will not knock me out right away. Though, I do feel it tugging at my mind while I concentrate on the gentle touching on my body. He senses this, by my sigh of annoyance. “Why do you ask, Tim? They slept in my bed at night when they had nightmares, the same as you do. Dick was unable to sleep alone for a few years when he first came to me, then again when he was just a little older. You are not so different from the way he was back then.”

He is avoiding the question. He answered it, but chose to ignore the sexual aspect. He’s probably trying to let me know that it is none of my business. I know it isn’t, but I want to know, regardless. I turn over again and look into his eyes, as if they would tell me anything he would not. “I won’t be mad, I’m just curious.” I look down, uncertainty bubbling up inside me. “You… It seemed like you had done this before. Knew how to deal with someone much smaller than you.”

Bruce stays quiet, kissing the back of my head, while his hand gently strokes my stomach. He’s trying that tactic again: put me to sleep before he has to say anything. His breathing slows down considerably, almost to a sleeping rhythm, but I know better than that. There’s no way he’s sleeping right now. It’s like hormones don’t affect him. The same ones that make me want to fall asleep right now just… I know he’s not actually tired.

I turn around in his arms, purring gently at him. I look up into his face, and the corners of his mouth turn up in amusement at being caught not actually sleeping. Shaking my head, I put my face in his chest and allow myself to fall asleep. Knowing if he’s slept with the others… Maybe it isn’t any of my business…
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