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Blood Bonds	By : FireCracker Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 8881 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own the Batman series, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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submission dated 7-10-05
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
Warnings: This is an Elseworlds Vampire Fic

Pairings: Tim finds comfort, and Bruce fights his instincts.

BLOOD BONDS 3

Bruce glided into his huge bedroom suite silently, hitting the dimmer switch. He was a mess. Normally neat hair stuck everywhere like a porcupine, and his robe was ripped. Wounds created by Tim's passion seeped through satin fabric. Nor was he alone, immediately sensing another presence. Twin pools of similar blue followed him in the muted lighting. Bruce sighed, making an attempt to smooth his hair. "I suppose I should thank you." Alfred watched him closely, seated in a plush chair. He wore his favorite smoking jacket and sleep pants. "Sit down, Bruce. We need to talk." "Tomorrow." "Right now." Snarling softly, Bruce sat across from his sire. "I suppose I won't get any sleep until we do. Now what is it?" "What happened with Tim?" A shrug. "I expect a full recovery in three days. His energy is returning already." Alfred snorted impatiently. "Don't play games, boy. I smell Tim all over you." "It's not what you think." "No? Look at yourself, covered with love marks. This shouldn't have happened, Bruce. You know Tim is vulnerable and inexperienced." "Am I so out of control, father? Tim sleeps in his room and I'm here with you." "For now." Alfred was suspicious. "Ha! Now who's lost it? You think I'd take advantage of my own child?!" "It happened before with Jason." Bruce glowered, looking away momentarily. "That was different. Does everyone have to throw it in my face?!" Alfred steepled his fingers, smirking. "Passion has ever been your weakness. Tim is lovely, and growing. He will be most handsome in maturity." "I'm aware of that, father. And I know where you're going with this." "Do you? I've taken countless lovers to bed, Bruce. Mortal and immortal alike. The one thing I do know is love makes resistence futile." Freakish blue eyes flashed. "He's sixteen and my son, not my wife! Are you insane?!" "Are you?" "I never took him!" "Only because I created a distraction." "Hraughh!" Bruce growled to himself. "Tim and I have an agreement. When he's older we will bond fully." Alfred relaxed a little. "I see. When?" "When he's nineteen." Ancient eyes narrowed again. "Look at me, Valeraan." Bruce stared defiantly, square jaw set. Alfred chuckled. "Tim is definitely yours. Eventually he'll be fighting off lovers." "You said the same thing about Dick." "Indeed. And Jesana gave them great bones. But I'm more concerned about you." A dark brow lifted. "Me?" "Can you hold off for three years?" "You think I'm that weak? Go to bed, father. I've better things to talk about." A pause. "No, hear me out. Tim will grow-" "That seems obvious. You've said it already." Alfred stood suddenly, turning towards a window. "He will trail you like fire, draw you like heat." Bruce thought that over. "I'm prepared for his advances-" The ancient laughed bitterly, as if to himself. "I often forget how young even you are, Bruce." "But not a child." "True." Moonlight reflected on high cheekbones as Alfred stared into the night. "But in this, you are a babe." Curiosity peaked. "How so?" Alfred turned to face him again. "Taking a lover is easy. Loving one isn't. The mind rules, the blood overrules." "If that were true we'd be swinging in caves, father." "Where do you go at night after feeding?" Bruce smiled at that. "All right, point made. Is this another lecture?" "No, I'm serious. When TIm comes to you full of heat, what will you do?" "Turn him away." "As easy as that? I'm not a fool, and neither are you." "Fine!" Bruce exploded, standing. He paced in agitation. "I know the temptation, child. Brilliant you are, but still vampire. Blood will rule in the end, despite your best efforts." "I won't allow it." Bruce snarled to himself. Alfred watched him intensely. "You want him even now. Desire scents your skin." The broad frame shivered, hands balling into fists. "I'm that obvious?" "Yes. Stay in tune with your instincts. When they threaten your position, get distance from Tim." "I may have to do that. But will he understand? At this stage, I don't want him to think I'm turning away-" "It won't be easy. The boy is all hormones and heat. Perhaps..." "What?" Alfred clasped his son on the shoulders. "Maybe you need someone to run interference." **** Tim couldn't sleep. Easing out of bed, he pulled sticky sheets from his skin. A wide smile spread on his face. /Oh yeah.../ He debated what to do. Sex, or his arrangement to wait? A loud purr. "Sex." Slipping on a robe, he floated downstairs. **** Dick and Jason lay entwined on the floor, cushioned over throw pillows. A large screen blared pornographic clips, casting the rec room in wild light and shadow. Tim came into the room silently, seeing his brothers move gently under blankets. Clothes were scattered everywhere across furniture. "HEY!!" Snarls. Two dark and tousled heads poked up, eyes glowing. Tim stared back. "I want to talk. Cut off that shit!" he indicated the porn screen. "Go to hell." Jason growled. The teen moved closer, kicking the blanket. "I need your help." Dick nearly bit his ankle. "You've had enough attention for one night. Go back upstairs!" "I need your advice." Sharp teeth champed. "You need a slap on the ass, punk." Tim sniffed. "Seems like everybody's doing it tonight!" Jason's head popped up from the blanket again. "What are you talking about?" Tim licked his lips, eyes wild. "Keep going. I wanna watch." "Little pervy. Too damn young to even know." The teen licked a finger, prancing. "Not too young now." "What?!" both brothers echoed. "Oh, it was so good. And I'm so bad!" Tim laughed, falling back in a chair. Dick and Jason sat up slowly, staring. Bare chests glistened from their activity. Tim enjoyed their surprise. "Don't you guys pay attention? You didn't hear anything upstairs?" Dick krinkled his nose. "Holy shit-" Jason was sniffing also, eyes widening. Tim plopped down over them, hot and excited. "Call it a crash course!" "The hell?" Jason saw the marks on Tim's neck. A hand slipped inside the teen's robe, pushing it off a shoulder. Purplish red marks were everywhere, across the breastbone. Jason blinked. "No. He didn't! No way..." "All the way!" Tim shouted with glee. "I'll be damned." Dick couldn't believe his eyes. "Little brother is all grown up." Jason grinned dangerously. "All the way my ass. See, Dick? No holes." he pointed across smooth skin. Tim blinked at him. "Ah, holes?" "Holes, you little faker. Bruce bit you, but didn't drink." Tim touched his neck, rearing back on his knees. "Well, he would have." "Hmm." Dick was thinking. "How far did it go, Tim?" "I told you!" Knowing smile. "Did he take you?" The teen flushed. "That's none of your buisness!" Jason snorted. "He sure stinks enough." "You're pretty funky, too!" "Knock it off." Dick was annoyed. "So get on with it, Tim. What happened?" Tim grabbed his brother and kissed. "It was really good! Father and grandfather were fussing about my first hunt. Anyway, father made sure I was okay. He decided to stay with me, but then stuff got kind of wild." "I can imagine." Excited still, Tim kissed Jason next. "The thing is, he wants me. But he won't bond with me until I'm nineteen. It was a mutual agreement." Jason lifted both eyebrows, glancing at Dick. "It's gonna be a long three years." Tim splayed across his brothers. "That's why I need your advice. How can I get him into my bed?" "Are you crazy? Blood must really be blowing your mind tonight." Tim panted, rounding on Dick. "You understand." Fingers combed through raven hair, soothing. "You need to calm down, Tim. It's been a wild night." "It's gonna get wilder." Tim lunged, grabbing Dick's face and kissing hard. "Mlpghtfth!!" "Horny freak." Jason tried to roll Tim off. The teen clung to Dick, still kissing. Powerful arms finally forced him off. Dick was gasping himself now, leaning on an elbow. "Shit." "You're sexy, too!" Tim went after Jason next, falling over him. They shared a sloppy kiss before Jason freed himself. Tim licked his lips hotly, wiggling over his brothers. "I wanna fuck everybody. Let's do it!" Jason fell back into the pillows, eyes glazed. "Hell, we've got Lolita here!" Dick pulled Tim into his arms. "Got something for you." he purred, licking a curved ear. The teen shivered in bliss, erection throbbing under thin fabric. "Yes, now!" Jason pulled the blanket back. "Under the covers, Tim. We'll take care of you." Nodding wordlessly, Tim fumbled at his robe. Dick stripped him quickly and shoved him between. Jason nodded in approval, running hands over his brother. "You're gonna be a heartbreaker, Tim. A little more time, some meat on your bones...father won't be able to resist you." Another gasp. "You think so?" "Maybe more lovers than Dick." "Funny." Dick replied, kissing the nape of Tim's neck. "Now lie back." he instructed. Tim flopped down happily, closing his eyes. **** Bruce floated above the floor of his bedroom in a lotus position, sweating and hard. In his minds' eye he saw his sons... Jason and Dick going down on Tim together, sucking him to climax and licking each other clean. Tim returning the favor, taking both cockheads into his mouth and swallowing greedily. All three tangled in sticky pleasure, screaming their release. Orgasms crashed over his mind through the link. Bruce heaved and creamed his pants, losing concentration and falling to the floor. He didn't bother to get up, smiling in the dark. Three years of torture. But the payback would be sweet. THE END Next: Blood Bonds 4: The Paranormal Citizens Committee
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