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Price of Solitude	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 2854 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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"Looks like you win again, Ra's..." Tim laughs below the man, failing to take a deep breath with his weight pushing the teen down into the stone floor of the cavern. He turns his head a bit and stares at his lover with wide blue eyes, biting back a smile while he squirms and reaches a hand out to pet the arm around his neck. He hasn't had a spar like this in ages. The underlings never really put themselves into the battle for fear of hurting their master's lover and even after defeating them over and over again, they don't seem to understand Tim can definitely hold his own.

But Ra's never goes easy on him. He makes Tim feel like it really is a fight for his life, though the bird understands that the man wouldn't hurt him...at least not at a level he can't take. Cuts and bruises are fine and when Ra's cares for them, kisses them, it's just another thing for Tim to love.

The bird moans softly when he feels the man's lips against his ear, whispering in that dark, familiar voice. "Hm, but do not underestimate your skill, my bird. You put up quite the fight. You're getting better."

"How could I not with a teacher like you?" Tim smiles at the man and gets a quick little kiss on the lips before the weight is gone off his back. Ra's holds out a hand, which the bird promptly takes, and gets lifted to his bare feet on the stone floor. They're silent in that moment, and Tim's hands slide up the man's chest slowly, caressing the warm skin under the thin fabric of his shirt, feeling the muscles move with his steady breathing. It feels...invigorating when he touches Ra's. It's not an adrenaline rush like when he used to jump off buildings in Gotham and fight Arkham's more well known patients. It's more of a buzz. Steady. Always there underneath his skin, making him yearn.

Tim gets on the tips of his toes, licking his lips before he's kissing Ra's gently, giving some sort of thank-you without the need of words. He wouldn't really have anything to say anyways, especially since he can't process sentences when the man is pushing down into his lips and deepening with kiss with a slide of his tongue forward. It's enough to make Tim fist the man's shirt as he feels his cock harden in his pants, hears himself give a whisper of desperation.

"*Ra's*..."

His master is suddenly pulling back with annoyance at the presence of another in the sparring ring. No one is allowed to come into the room when the man is alone with Tim and there are supposed to be no challenges to either of them. But Damian is standing on the edge of the ring impatiently, dressed in training gear with his usual scowl in place.

"Grandfather. If you're finished, I would like to have a sparring match with Drake."

Tim stares at Ra's, unsure if the man will allow it. He sees an eyebrow arch and the man seems to dismiss Damian as he turns back to the bird.

"You will go and continue with your studies. Timothy has had enough sparring today. Maybe tomorrow he can find the time for you."

He wants to laugh softly. Tim knows exactly what that statement means. He'll be busy all day tomorrow, whether in bed with Ra's or going over strategies and training with the man (working to become the perfect second-in-command of the League of Assassins). The bird swallows and bites his bottom lip before looking over at Damian. "I'm sorry. I'm pretty sore...all I want is a warm bath now. I promise we will spar sometime this week though."

Damian huffs and turns on his heel, head raised high in the air as he struts out of the training room, leaving his grandfather and the bird to their silence.

Tim breaks finally allows himself a chuckle, just a little one, that's really all he needs. Damian is much more amusing than he should be (than he tries *not* to be). And he knows the boy only...*allows* him to be here because of his grandfather. If it weren't for being Ra's' lover, Tim would probably have to deal with death threats and attempts at murder. It reminds him a bit of Gotham.

He only realizes he's gotten quiet when Ra's leans in to push back his long bangs and kiss his forehead. "What is wrong, my bird?"

"Oh." He looks up into the man's green eyes, teething on his own bottom lip for a few seconds. "It's nothing. I was just thinking about Damian's...respect issues towards me."

“Ah. Well, he will learn in time, my love." Ra's takes the teen's hand and brings it up to his lips to kiss gently. He smiles softly against the skin before he's wrapping an arm around Tim's waist and escorting him out of the training room and towards their private quarters.

"He's afraid of me taking his…rightful place isn't he? But...I'm not your heir just your..."

"Damian is young. And I know that is not much of an excuse, but it's the best I can offer you, Timothy."

"It's not your fault." He looks up at the man, throwing an arm around him, burying his body against his lover's side. By the look Ra's gets on his face, Tim's probably pouting...without even being aware of it. But it's okay because in the next moment, he's getting a kiss to smooth his creased brow.

"If he will not learn, it is nobody's fault but his own. He would like you to leave me, yet he knows I would never allow you to go." Ra's smirks as he pets Tim's cheek, pulling the bird up and into a hungry kiss.

The teen moans as the tongue enters his mouth, exploring the warm cavern and making him moan softly while he kisses back. Tim sucks gently on his master's tongue, grabbing for the man's shirt, ripping it open as quickly as he can so his hands can touch hot skin and flexing muscle. He hears the sound of buttons hitting the floor in the background, but it's not enough to distract him from the body against his and the hands that are grabbing for him.

He's promptly picked up and carried to their bedroom to get laid out against the jumble of blankets and pillows. Tim curls up in the warmth until Ra's is pushing off the teen’s pants, spreading his legs open and releasing his erection. He can't be modest around Ra's, he's not *allowed* to be. His body must be appreciated by his lover and master, every old scar looked over as the teen pants softly and writhes with pleasure. It's more than sex...it's a ritual: Ra's' hands sliding over his skin with careful devotion, finding every familiar area that brings Tim more excitement.

The teen whimpers softly when a skilled hand wraps around his erection and the way Ra's strokes him...it's slow enough to be a tease, enough to make Tim beg around his moans. "Please, yes....god, Ra's," on his lips as he attempts to push up into the fist, even when the man's other hand is pressing down onto his stomach to hold him in place. He can't help himself. He needs more, he needs release, he needs...

Tim looks up into the man's green eyes, his face drawn in what looks to be pain. He licks his lips and reaches out to touch his lover's shoulders, down to his chest, fisting against the muscles. "*Please*..."

That's enough to get Ra's to pull back and draw his hands from the boy's lean body. Tim sits up as the man begins to undress, the teen helping as much as is allowed, then kissing and licking skin when his hands are batted away. He glances down at the man's erection, runs his fingers over the side before he's scooting back, giving himself enough room to lean in and take the tip into his mouth.

He stares up at his lover as he sucks gently, fluttering thick lashes while his calloused hand moves in quick strokes over the base. Tim is happy like this, pleasuring, being…*appreciated*. It brings almost enough adrenaline as being Robin did. He closes his eyes and listens closely to the hum of Ra's above him. He can't let himself think. It's dangerous when he's here, he needs to leave himself open to everything…anything the man wants.

Tim swallows before taking Ra's in to the hilt, moving his hand from the man’s skin, down to the bed while moaning around the thick penetration, his teeth digging into the skin gently. He works his throat around his master, listens to his satisfied groan, feels one hand pet him, then grip his hair hard: a reminder of his place (not that he needs it when he's right here).

That tug means he should begin to move, so he does, bobbing his head on the erection, moaning and whimpering, aware of the slickness of saliva on his chin, dripping down to the bed. He feels Ra's wipe it up with his other hand as he pulls Tim back.

The bird displays his bruised lips to the man like a badge of honor, something to be proud of. He knows how it makes him look...and yes, he can just think of all the horrible things Damian would say if he saw but, that doesn't matter. He's alone with Ra's and he knows exactly what he has to be.

Perfect.

He lays back, spreading himself open and sliding a hand down between his legs, letting two fingers circle his entrance as Ra's moves to get the oil. Sometimes Tim feels defenseless like this, like anything could happen, like advantages could be taken but...then Ra's is slick, his erection pushing into the boy's heat, stretching his body open till the bird feels like he's about to break.

Tim turns his head and presses a cheek to the sheets of the bed and whimpers softly, not with anything like pain, but rather as a sort of silent form of begging. He feels better when he doesn't have to say the words and actually ask for it, he's always felt more comfortable using body language to convey his thoughts. Ra's can read him so damn well that Tim thinks that he was...made for the man. And if he believed in soul mates, maybe he would be Ra's' (which is really kind of strange considering the monster age gap...though it doesn't bother Tim one bit).

But thinking...shouldn't be allowed when Ra's is pounding into him, angling and hitting Tim's prostate with each thrust, making the bird moan, cry out, writhe, clench hard. He brings his knees to his chest, looking up at the man as his tongue slides out against his lips slowly. Tim sees Ra's grunt in return, hears a soft whimper of the man’s name come from his throat as the thrusts become more forceful like he's trying to own the bird more than he already does.

Tim yells and he doesn't care who hears it, it's something that's impossible to hold back. His hands fist the sheets, the urge to touch his leaking, blood dark erection building up and burning him down. He can't force himself to ask when he's gritting his teeth and every sound is an uninterpretable moan, so he slides his hand to his stomach and lets his fingers touch the curling black hairs above his cock.

"You may," Ra's says with a deep rumble, chest heaving with the exertion of taking his bird.

The teen wraps a hand around his cock quickly, stroking himself without any sort of rhythm. All he can think about is his own release, the way his body shivers as it gets closer and closer, and how his muscles tense and the flex around his master. The man's name is a mumble on his lips, a whisper below the slick sound of skin against skin. "Yes...please..."

He can feel a finger pushed into his body beside the girth of the man's cock, wiggling its way inside, stretching him further, giving Tim just what he needs to cum with a silent groan. He clenches tight around the penetration and arches beautifully, changing the angle and making a whimper. The teen's eyes open after a moment of heavy panting and he sits up on his elbows, looking at Ra's...watching the heave of his chest with the snap of his hips forward. Tim licks his lips as he reaches out to touch the man's arm. "Let me."

He doesn't have to say another word. Ra's pulls out quickly and wipes the oil from his erection with a discarded piece of clothing. Tim's back onto hands and knees, opening his mouth and allowing the man to push down his throat with one thrust. He moans and moves his head, concentrates on pleasuring his lover and bringing him a fulfilling release.
Tim’s tongue edges along one long vein while his eyes close and he hums with Ra's' groan. He enjoys this, having this…*asking* for this. More so when the man fists his hair and begins to push into him, thrust hard and wear the teen's voice ragged. It only makes Tim's muffled moans louder, his mouth opening up wide, his tongue held out as if in offering.

Ra's pulls back enough to leave the head of his cock against that wet, quivering organ, then he's releasing, his semen pooling against the pink, covering it up. When he stands back, Tim swallows with the straightening of his back and a satisfied sound. Yes, he's definitely done well today and gets a pet to his hair, then down to his cheek. His blue eyes meet Ra's' green and a soft smile comes to his lips. He doesn't need any words, any special sort of treat. Bringing his master sexual satisfaction is enough.
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