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The Ocean Wept (Sequel to	By : Dhvana Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Siren’s Song: The Ocean Wept
Chapter 2

It had been an exciting night in the ‘haven with crimes being committed around just about every corner--attempted muggings, attempted rapes, attempted robberies, attempted murders, all notably ‘attempted’ because Nightwing had been there to stop them. The scum of Bludhaven had been determined to keep him busy and didn’t let up until the wee hours of the morning.

Damnit.

Nightwing had been hoping it would be a quiet night so he could return to the Manor, fuck Bruce senseless, and then wake up in those strong arms only to have Bruce spoil the mood by continuing their argument.

It wasn’t the best plan, but he’d been happy with it.

And now, if he was going to get any sleep before he had to go to work, he had no choice except to fall into his own bed and hope he could scrounge up some time to see Bruce tomorrow.

Swinging through his open window, Nightwing sighed and began stripping off pieces of his costume, checking for any rips that would need mending. The suit took quite a beating some nights and he’d once ended up with a growing tear in a somewhat embarrassing spot because he hadn’t looked carefully enough. Not that it was his fault. He simply hadn’t expected to find the suit ripped there, but that’s what he got for agreeing to patrol with Batman. Those nights always tended to end a little. . . rough.

“I’d ask you to go slower, but a ninety year old man could have gotten undressed by now.”

Dick froze at the sound of another voice, mentally cursing himself for not noticing he wasn’t alone in the apartment. He knew he had a habit of taking the security of his home for granted sometimes, but to do so on the night that he showed up. . . it was humiliating, to say the least.

“Speaking from experience?” he asked as peeled off the rest of the suit.

“I’m still young enough to turn you over my knee,” Bruce growled playfully and Dick glanced over his shoulder, arching an eyebrow at him, while trying to pretend all the blood hadn’t just rushed between his legs. Bruce was lying in his bed covered only in a sheet, leaning up on one arm to get a better look at the undressing man.

“In all the years we’ve known each other, you’ve never turned me over your knee, so forgive me if I consider that an empty threat.”

“You’d deserve it for not being more aware of your surroundings.”

“Maybe later,” Dick said, crawling across the bed on all fours until he was straddling his lover. “What are you doing here?”

“You came all the way up here just to ask me that?” Bruce asked brusquely, blue eyes darkened with desire.

“It isn’t every morning I find a bat in my bed,” he smiled, lowering his head to nuzzle Bruce’s neck.

“Alfred was monitoring the police scanner for Bludhaven and keeping me updated. It was pretty obvious you wouldn’t be able to get away, and since Gotham was relatively quiet for a change, I thought I’d surprise you.”

“And what a wonderful surprise it is,” Dick said, tugging on one of Bruce’s ears with his teeth. “Though if Batman had joined me, we’d have gotten here a lot quicker.”

But Bruce just shook his head. “Not without an invitation.”

Dick paused, raising his head to meet his lover’s eyes, and Bruce offered a tentative smile.

“This is your town,” he said softly, reaching up to press a hand to Dick’s cheek, his thumb tracing the silky lips. “Your life. You don’t need me watching over your shoulder all the time. I just. . . I don’t ever want you to think you have to cut me out of it in order for your life to be yours.”

“Never gonna happen,” Dick growled, feeling a sudden burst of love for the man beneath him. “Never. I want you to always be a part of my life.”

“Good,” Bruce said, his smile growing as his eyes filled with relief.

“So no more controlling?”

He sighed, looking away. “I can’t guarantee it won’t slip out every once in a while. Old habits die hard, but I’m going to try.”

“That’s all I ask,” Dick grinned, reaching for Bruce’s mouth in a passionate kiss. “Old man, you are going to get fucked so thoroughly tonight you won’t be able to walk for a week.”

“Promises promises,” he answered, challenging Dick’s grin with one of his own.

Dick kissed him again, stroking the inside of Bruce’s mouth with his tongue while lowering his body onto his lover’s. The sheet was still between them, which he knew from the frantic edge in Bruce’s kiss was driving him crazy. The older man spent his entire life wrapped in protective costumes and during these intimate moments, Dick knew he wanted nothing more than to touch and be touched, to have nothing between himself and his lover.

Purring lightly, Dick rubbed against the body beneath the sheet, feeling all of the hardness of Bruce from the muscles in his chest to the length jutting against his stomach. He loved how Bruce felt. He worshipped him, and always had. He could remember when he was younger watching Bruce transform into an out of the Bat, how he’d envied the definition in Bruce that he’d lacked. Even now, Bruce was still broader, bulkier in muscle tone whereas he remained smaller and leaner, but more agile and occasionally even faster than the Bat.

When Dick had first began to understand the inklings of attraction he felt for his partner, he’d spent hours fantasizing about running his fingers over Bruce’s arms, spreading his hands across Bruce’s hips, taking Bruce into his mouth and sucking him dry.

Of course, it had been ages before he’d actually been allowed to do any of those things, but now those painful years had come to an end and Dick smiled as he licked the tip of Bruce’s cock through the sheet. His lover moaned, writhing in delicious agony as the roughness of the cloth rubbed against him, but Dick held his hips in place. He blew on the damp sheet and almost chuckled to hear the cracking of Bruce’s teeth as he clenched his jaw shut.

Taking the tip of Bruce’s cock between his lips, he massaged it until the dampness seeping through the cloth had a bitter salty tang to it and Bruce was whimpering relentlessly. Sitting up, Dick pulled off the sheet and took all of his lover’s cock into his mouth. Living out one of his favorite fantasies, he swallowed all of Bruce till his nose was buried in the crisp dark curls and his chin nudged the heavy balls. His insistent tongue had Bruce shooting down his throat in seconds and he swallowed every drop.

Licking his lips, Dick moved back up to the gasping mouth and kissed him. “Roll over, old man,” he said huskily through the kiss and with a glazed look of spent passion on his face, Bruce rolled onto his stomach.

Dick reached under the pillow and pulled out a tube of lubricant, then kissed a path down Bruce’s back. Licking the hollow at the base of his spine, he squeezed a dollop of the cool gel onto his fingers. He rubbed the lube to warm it and nipped playfully at Bruce’s ass, then parted the rounded cheeks. Grazing one finger across the opening, Dick waited for the expected stiffening of Bruce’s body.

He’d learned long ago that it was nothing personal, but there were some things Bruce would perpetually shy away from. He would always claim he enjoyed the feel of Dick inside of him, and from the sounds he made, Dick could tell he wasn’t lying, but this first initial breach would forever cause a momentary panic inside of Bruce as he let himself betray everything he’d fought to become. Dick knew it wasn’t even Bruce who felt betrayed, who was rejecting the breach, but the Bat, and so he waited until Bruce forced himself to relax again before going any further.

Sliding one finger inside, then two, he massaged the velvet walls, urging Bruce to open up for him.

“More!” Bruce growled, pushing against Dick, but the younger man shook his head, recognizing the impatience in his lover’s voice.

“Wait.”

“Wait?”

Dick smiled. “Wait,” he repeated, and added a third finger. Bruce gnashed at the pillow with frustration, but Dick wasn’t ready yet. Little Dick was weeping freely, but he wanted Bruce’s body to be begging first. He reached deep inside until he found that hard little nub that had his lover keening with pleasure.

“Stop,” Bruce commanded weakly. “Oh god, Dick, stop.”

“Tell me why, Bruce,” he whispered in his lover’s ear, rubbing at Bruce’s prostate. “I want to hear why I should stop.”

“Need you,” he answered, arching into Dick’s touch. “Want you.”

“Want you, too,” Dick said, kissing his cheek as he slid his fingers out of Bruce’s ass. Quickly slicking the gel over his cock, Dick eased himself inside, Bruce’s moan of relief alone nearly making him come. Tears came to his eyes as the tight heat surrounded him and for a moment, he stopped, wanting to remain buried in Bruce forever.

“Don’t stop!” Bruce snarled, pushing against him. “Move!”

Unable to think for himself, he followed Bruce’s command and began to rock back and forth, gliding in and out of the hot tunnel. Reaching up, he took hold of Bruce’s hands with his as he started thrusting even harder. Dick could feel the burning pressure building in his groin and moved even faster, knowing he wasn’t going to last much longer.

“Bruce!” he gasped as his lover came again, clenching and unclenching his muscles around him. His eyes rolled back into his head as he felt himself burst into a million little pieces, then was put back together only to fall apart again. Finally, he collapsed onto Bruce, finding barely enough energy to withdraw before rolling onto the mattress.

Bruce gathered him into his arms, planting kisses across his face. “And I thought I was the one who’s not supposed to be able to walk for a week,” he teased.

“I didn’t say I was finished,” Dick murmured in protest, somehow unable to keep his eyes open.

“We should get cleaned up.”

“Mmm. . . later.”

“The bed’s a bit of a mess.”

“We’ve survived worse.”

“You’re just not moving again, are you?”

“Fucking you is hard work,” he yawned. “You should try it sometime.”

He chuckled, kissing Dick’s forehead. “I’ll let you know if I ever find a way to work out the logistics of that one.”

“You do that,” he answered, barely even able to move his lips.

“Sweet dreams,” Bruce smiled, Dick just managing to smile back before he fell asleep.

“Tim, there you are. I--oh.” Bruce came to an abrupt halt as he spotted blue eyes and even bluer hair. Considering everything he’d seen, he really shouldn’t have been that taken aback by the blue hair. It was just hair.

Dyed blue.

The girl tilted her head, staring at him thoughtfully with unblinking blue eyes, and he felt uncomfortable beneath her gaze. That wasn’t easy to do.

“Tim, would you care to introduce us?”

Shaking his head as if coming out of a daze, Tim gave an awkward sort of smile. “Yeah, sorry. Bruce, Lorelei Lamar, my study partner. Lorelei, Bruce Wayne.”

“A pleasure to meet you, Miss Lamar,” he said, nodding his head at her.

“Mr. Wayne,” she said, echoing his formal tones.

Growing uneasy about the way the two were staring at each other, Tim pushed back his chair and taking Bruce’s arm, guided him out of the library. “What do you want?”

Bruce arched an eyebrow at the sharp edge to Tim’s words. “Excuse me?”

The younger man immediately looked ashamed. “I’m sorry. It’s just that we’re just in the middle of a project and we’re trying to avoid any distractions.”

“Yes, about this project of yours. Tim, I think it’s great that you’re offering to help tutor a fellow student, but partner, we need to talk.” Bruce began walking down the hall and Tim had no choice but to follow him. “You’ve been late for patrol four times in the past two weeks, and you’ve missed the weekend altogether. I’m starting to wonder if I can rely on you.”

Tim’s eyes widened, his face filling with panic. “No, you are not getting rid of me! You can rely on me, I swear it. As soon as this project is over, I’ll be back out there with you. It’s just that it’s really big and it’s taking up a lot of our time, especially since Lorelei doesn’t understand any of it. But she’s learning fast and should be caught up in no time, and then it’ll be like I was never gone. I promise you, Bruce, I’m not going to let you down. I am still your partner, no matter what you say.”

“Tim, stop,” Bruce commanded, turning the young man to face him and taking him by the shoulders, smiling as he looked into the tear-filled eyes. “I am not getting rid of you. You are my partner and you will remain my partner for as long as you want.”

“Thank you, Bruce,” he said, throwing his arms around him in a big hug. “I’m so sorry I let you down. It won’t happen again, I promise.”

“Tim,” he chuckled, “relax, it’s all right. I was just thinking we should try to work out a schedule so that you can still get in all of the studying time you need without leaving me to worry about where you are.”

“Really?” Tim looked up at him. “That’s it?”

“Yes, that’s it,” Bruce said, and for the first time in a long time, took a good look at his partner’s face. Noting the shadows under the blue eyes, the paleness of his skin, he frowned. Tim hadn’t quite been the same after the encounter with the Siren, but he would have thought the young man would have recovered by now. “Tim, is everything all right?”

“Yeah, sure,” he shrugged. “Just been busy lately.”

“Busy only with studying?” Bruce asked pointedly, arching an eyebrow at him, and Tim averted his eyes, a flush creeping up his face. “You know, Tim, it is okay to have a personal life. It isn’t easy, but it is okay.”

“Oh, I know it’s not easy, but Lorelei. . . she makes it easy.”

“Really? How easy?”

Tim, catching onto Bruce’s tone, turned an even brighter red. “Don’t worry. . . not that easy.”

“That’s good to hear. Listen, Tim,” Bruce began, then stopped, trying to find the right words. Despite having a hand in the raising of another boy, he didn’t know quite how to broach this topic. He wasn’t sure he ever wanted to broach this topic. With Dick, Alfred took care of all the unsavory details of parenting, but he felt he should at least try to be a little more responsible with Tim, even if the young man did have his own father. He just had to make sure they could be trusted to talk to each other about anything. “If you ever need someone to talk to. . . about. . . you know. . .”

“Bruce,” he interrupted, needing to stop this conversational direction as soon as possible, “don’t worry. I’ll go to Dick.”

Bruce sighed with relief, taking Tim in his arms and giving him a hug. “Thank god. Why don’t you get back to your girlfriend and we’ll work out a schedule later tonight?”

“Sounds good. Thanks, Bruce.”

“Sure thing,” he smiled and started down the hall.

“Um. . . Bruce?”

He glanced over his shoulder and at seeing the worried look on Tim’s face, turned back around. “What is it, Tim?”

“The Siren. . . have you heard anything?”

Bruce nodded, his eyes hardening. “She was in Tokyo last weekend--I've got the details downstairs, when you’re ready. Don’t worry, Tim. We’ll find her. We’re not going to let her get away with what she did.”

“I know.” Tim gave Bruce a shaky smile, then headed back towards the library. Bruce watched him until he disappeared inside the room, and it was a few minutes before he finally made his way to the kitchen. Tim was clearly still affected by what had happened, more so than he’d let on, which made Bruce even more determined to find the Siren and see that she paid for hurting his family.

“Dick,” Will smiled as he opened the door, allowing himself to be swept into a hug.

“Hey, you,” Dick said, pulling back to examine his friend. “I got your call and came as soon as I could. How’re you doing?”

“Still can’t lift my arms above my chest, but it doesn’t hurt as much.”

“Good. I know it’s slow going, but you’ll get there.”

“Yeah, about that. . .” he started, forehead creasing in a slight frown and Dick’s blue eyes grew worried.

“Is something wrong?”

“Not. . . wrong, exactly.” Will led him over to the sofa and gingerly eased himself onto the cushions. “Not with me. It’s Connor.”

“Connor? Something’s wrong with Connor?”

“Dick, he’s driving me insane. You have got to get him out of the house.”

“Isn’t he out now?” Dick asked, blue eyes twinkling.

“I sent him on a wild goose chase. He’ll be hunting through the stores to find a brand of tea that I can’t quite remember the name of, but if he could find it, it would mean the world to me,” Will finished, looking at Dick with mock-pleading eyes.

“That’s sweet of him, and extremely cruel of you.”

“You don’t understand. I love that he’s so concerned and so cautious, but Dick, if you don’t get him out of here, I might kill him. He won’t let me do anything for myself, and if I even try to get on the computer or pick up a phone to work, you’d think I was putting a gun to my head. And I can see he’s going stir crazy just looking after me all the time. Can’t you take him out a couple nights a week to help him get rid of all this excess energy, and give me a chance to get some work done?”

“What, you want me to take him drinking, play a couple games of pool, just to get him out of your hair?”

“We both know Connor doesn’t drink, though I won’t deny there are times I wish he did. I just want you to take him out and do that superhero thing you do. It will help us both relax.”

Dick looked over Will, a clear suggestion in his gaze. “Are you sure that’s the only method you can think of to help you two relax?”

Will’s eyes narrowed. “He’s not coming near me until I get a full bill of health from my doctor. The man’s impossible. Even when we kiss, he refuses to lose control, and you have no idea how frustrating that can be.”

“I’m going to have to tell you the whole story about me and Bruce sometime,” Dick smirked, “and then you’ll know the true meaning of ‘frustration’.”

“No, thank you. Having my own story is bad enough. So are you going to take him with you?”

Dick chuckled, reaching to take Will’s hand and giving it a friendly squeeze. “I’ll ask, but I can’t guarantee he’ll go.”

“Find a way,” Will growled.

“I take it Will wanted me out of the house.”

Hearing the soft words, Nightwing glanced over at Green Arrow and smiled. “He loves you, but you were annoying the living shit out of him.”

“He’s trying to move too fast.”

“With you, or in general?”

“In general,” Green Arrow sighed. “With me, he’s demonstrated the patience of a saint.”

“So you should reward him with a little heavenly release.”

The green eyes narrowed at him. “No. Not until he’s ready.”

“Are you sure his recovery is the only thing keeping you apart? What about you? Will you ever be ready?”

“I’m so ready, I’m about to explode,” he answered in a rush of breath that made Nightwing laugh.

“Perhaps you should give in, just a little. It might do you both some good.”

Green Arrow glanced at Nightwing, then shrugged. “I’ll take it under consideration.”

“How very generous of you,” Nightwing teased, then all humor vanished from his face as his sharp gaze spotted something below. “Looks like it’s time to go to work. Ready?”

“Definitely,” he answered, an arrow already notched, his green eyes focused on the target.

“Then let’s go do that superhero thing we do.”

Green Arrow paused, looking at the man with puzzled eyes. “What?”

“Ask your boyfriend,” Nightwing grinned, and swung down onto the street below.

Green Arrow opened the door to the apartment as quietly as he could, then turned around and shut it with almost comic caution as he tried to make sure nothing clicked that didn’t need to. Wincing as the locks slid into place, he tiptoed across the living room and carefully placed his bow and quiver in the corner. He pulled at his left glove one finger at a time, then slid it off his hand before starting on the next. Placing the gloves on the back of the sofa, he leaned against it and began tugging at his boots. The fitted leather was being particularly stubborn and he gave the boot a violent tug only to find himself hurtling over the back of the sofa and onto the floor below, landing with a loud ‘THUD’.

“Ow.”

“Connor?”

Oh, bother. The whole point of him trying to be quiet was to try and avoid waking Will.

“Good morning,” he called as he removed his boots. Since he was already on the floor, he figured it was safe.

“Is everything okay?”

“Fine.” He stood up, pulling his shirt over his head.

“That sounded like it hurt.”

“I’m all right.”

“Are you sure?”

“Yes.”

“I’m not.”

“What?”

“I’m not sure you’re all right. Come in here so I can look at you.”

Connor’s eyes narrowed. “No.”

“Connor, are you going to make me get up?”

He sighed, flushing with guilt. “I’m coming.”

Connor walked as far as the bedroom doorway and stopped. As always, the sight of Will took his breath away, and for a moment, he almost forgot himself. Will was so beautiful with his golden skin and innocent green eyes, his easy smile and a body that, quite frankly, caused his mouth to water. Just looking at all that exposed flesh bathed in moonlight made his veins burn, but he refused to give in. He shook his head, clearing his thoughts and pushing his desire into the background.

“See? I’m fine.”

“Connor, does it look like I’m wearing night vision goggles?”

“Um. . . no?”

“Connor,” Will said, holding out his hand, and almost involuntarily, Connor took a step forward, and then another, and another, until their fingers touched.

“There,” his boyfriend smiled, drawing him closer until his knees hit the mattress, “that wasn’t so bad, was it? Now, hop in.”

“Will, I don’t think—”

“I’m not asking you to do anything you’re not ready to do, but would it really be so bad if we slept in the same bed together?”

“Just. . . slept?” he frowned, and Will nodded.

“That’s all, and if you think about it, I’m not asking for much. I just want to be able to hold you as you fall asleep and wake up in your arms. I want to roll over on the nights when you’re out patrolling with Nightwing and be comforted when I catch your scent on a pillow. I want—”

“Shh. . .” Connor smiled, kneeling down next to him. “You’ve convinced me.”

“I have?” He nodded, and Will smiled. “Then go get ready for bed.”

“Yes, sir,” he said, leaning over to grab a quick kiss.

“Sir?” Will repeated, arching an eyebrow as Connor walked away. “Hmm. . . I think I could get used to being called ‘sir’. Think of the fun we could have role-playing with that.”

Connor sighed as another wave of blood rushed to his groin. Damn him. “I’m going to go take a shower.” A cold shower.

“Okay,” Will said, making himself comfortable again and closing his eyes. “But please hurry. I miss you.”

Those three words filled Connor with an entirely new warmth and he couldn’t resist glancing back at Will, an adoring smile on his face. He truly did love Will. He couldn’t help it. There was something inside Will that called to him and made him feel. . . at home.

Now, all he had to do was convince Will to move to Star City, and he really would be at home. Meanwhile, he was finally going to get to sleep with his boyfriend.

[April 18, 2004]
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