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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.

Chapter List
- 5
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submission dated 9-27-05
author: FireCracker
(Italic copy bordered by_underscore_)
Archive? You'd better.
No money from this, all in fun!
Warnings: This is an Elseworlds Vampire Fic

Pairings: Tim is hot, and persistent.

Blood Bonds 5 : The Gathering
Jason was busy in the library, formatting formal invitations on the Cray computer. A bit of mental persuasion made the local printer schedule a late night run by Thursday. Tim wandered in, watching. After awhile Jason looked up from his workstation. "What's going on, Tim?" "Nothing much." "Finish you last class this afternoon?" "Oh. Yeah..." fingers scrubbed through dark hair. Jason sighed, tapping the desk with a pen. "Okay, I know that look. Out with it!" The teen pulled up a chair, eyes wild. "I need your help. Or advice." A smirk. Jason edged back in his seat. "Now you've got me interested." Tim leaned forward in conspiracy. "How can I get Bruce into bed?" Jason's smile faded. "I've said it before and I'll say it again. Blood has really blown your brains." "Why? Am I crazy?" "No. But you aren't ready-" "Who says? It's not like I'm a virgin or anything!" "That's not the point. You can't handle him, not now. It wouldn't be just sex, you'd share souls-" "I know all that!" Tim flared angrily, eyes bright. "Hell, you weren't too young! Those three days-" "That was different." Jason growled, face darkening. "We had a disagreement, and it turned into something else." "Oh yeah, did it ever." Tim was smug. "Grandfather put you to ground so you could heal!" "You remember that?" "Sure, I saw the marks. You looked high. Did it hurt?" "A sweet hurt. Bruce would have you for dinner, Tim." "Bullshit! If you handled him, so can I." "You seem to forget I was twenty, not sixteen!" Tim shrugged, sitting back. "Small difference, if you ask me. Maybe I'm stronger." Now Jason was smug, smiling. "I doubt that. Point is, I've been with him before. Completely, if you know what I mean." That gave Tim pause. "What's a full bond like?" Lick of lips. "You have no idea. Thoughts, memories and feelings merge. You basically become one being." "But not all the time?" "No, of course not. Only while you're intimate. The sex is indescribable!" Tim wet his own lips. "How?" Jason snickered. "Well, not only do you feel your body but your mate's body. So when you both come, it can literally knock you unconscious." "Oh." Jason made a scissors with his fingers. "When you're ready, Tim. It'll be hot, trust me!" Tim was breathing heavily. "Three years is too long to wait." "Maybe." equally blue eyes flickered on his sibling. "Get Dick's opinion, see what his take is." "You won't give me any advice?" Jason considered, then smiled. "For what it's worth, I was supposed to be twenty one." Tim blinked in shock. "You mean-" Jason winked. "I was irresistable, and made a challenge. Get it?" "Yeah!" Exuberant, Tim burst to his feet and headed out. He paused and turned to his brother. "Thanks." "Just be careful." **** Alfred entertained his human friend, Kim Gibson in the parlor. She was an energetic sort, with masses of curly red hair. Her career as a supplement distributor kept her on the road a great deal, making her time with Alfred precious. He often complained she needed a vacation. One of their favorite activites was chess. Kim frowned over the board, contemplating her next move. Alfred gathered a bottle and two snifters. "More brandy, my dear?" Gray eyes narrowed on her gentleman friend. "Trying to get me drunk, Alfred?" The prim butler gave her doe eyes. "Me? Perish the thought. But this is an excellent label, Ubrigane." "Really?" "Black label. And I have cherries." Glossy red lips curled a smile. "Sounds good. But no diversions! I'm trying to capture your pawn." Alfred glided next to her, pouring. "Best when sipped, naturally." "Such a smooth talker." Kim batted her eyes humourously, taking a glass. Alfred slid to the floor on silk cushions. He crooked a finger, eyes dark. "Come here, my dear." Kim kicked off her shoes. "Oh, one of those moods, hmm?" she plopped down beside him. "I'm a bit surprised we haven't been disturbed. I thought Thursdays and Saturdays were your days off. Mr. Wayne must be pretty liberal." Alfred leaned back on an elbow. "He's an excellent employer." Kim sipped her drink. "Hmm. You certainly seem to have run of the mansion. Must be a sweet deal." Alfred clinked their goblets. "The sweetest. Watching over a billionare is busy buisness." Gray eyes winked devilishly. "Not to mention hot. So tell me, who keeps his toes warm at night? Inquiring minds want to know." Blue eyes flashed. "Trying to make me jealous?" Kim giggled, falling into the cushions. "Oh, never. Don't get me wrong, he's utterly tasty...but I prefer more experienced men." Alfred laughed at that. "Indeed!" A painted nail teased along Alfred's shirt collar. "Hmm. I'd say so. I've never seen a man your age with a body like this." Those eyes darkened again briefly. "Truer words have never been spoken." "Don't go all mysterious on me again." Alfred nuzzled her silken neck, inhaling fragrance. Her pulse was enticing, strong. "I'd rather do something else right now." Kim stroked his back. "So I gathered." **** Tim practically bounced through the mansion, no small task. Searching all the rooms proved fruitless and time consuming. He sensed his other brother about, but Dick was apparently cloaking for privacy. /Doesn't make any difference. I'll pinpoint his location eventually./ Another presence touched his shields, swirling and complex. And far older than any. /Grandfather. Maybe he knows where Dick is./ The teen practically floated past the library, to the study chamber. He pushed the huge brass doors apart effortlessly with vampiric strength. /Oh shit./ eyes wide. Alfred lay alongside his lady friend, clothing open and rumpled. One hand was up her dress. Lovely features were slack in bliss as Alfred sipped, his head crooked under her jaw. Slender fingers clawed at his back, none too gently. An empty wine bottle lay on the carpet, alongside two goblets. Silk pillows scattered everywhere. Tim didn't speak or move immediately, fascinated by their scent and sex. He licked his lips absently, feeling warm. A voice echoed in his brain suddenly. /Leave. This is a private party!/ Tim growled softly, his nature doing strange things to his mind. Alfred didn't stop or turn around. /You like to watch, little one?/ Kim moaned loudly, her pleasure cresting as Alfred rolled over her. Tim sweated. /I was looking for Dick./ Alfred still didn't turn. Tim watched shapely legs wrap his hips. /Downstairs. Batcave. Now go!/ Still unable to tear himself away, Tim waited a second too long. An invisible force suddenly hurled him into the hallway. Bouncing, he heard the clang of heavy doors shut behind him. Hissing in anger and embarassment, Tim rubbed his sore backside. He stalked down to the batcave. **** Dick was working out furiously on the bars. He'd had a rather stressful afternoon in Bludhaven, with Black Hood gaining a new stronghold in the lower districts. He didn't notice Tim approach. Tim watched in appreciation and hunger, his senses on edge. Dick was all muscle and grace, his handsome features focused and tense as he flipped and spun across the gym. The teen floated lotus style patiently. "Dick, you have a minute?" Landing soundlessly, Dick heaved and stood straight. His perfect form glistened from exertion, sweatpants clinging and revealing much. "Yeah, what is it, Tim." he blotted his hair with a towel. "Help me seduce Bruce." Startling blue eyes stared in surprise. "Are you insane?" "No, hear me out." Tim dropped to his feet. "I already talked to Jason. I need ideas." Dick wrapped the towel around his neck. "You need a good lay." "Why should I wait three years? That's ridiculous!" "It won't kill you to wait. It's not like you can't have sex in the meantime." Tim plopped over a medicine ball. "Yeah, but what about you?" Dick sat on a weight bar. "Me? What the hell are you talking about?" The teen flushed. "I mean...when did you and he...the first time?" Dick smiled sharply. "You smell excited, Tim. Did something happen today?" "You didn't answer my question." "First things first." Tim smirked. "Grandfather is upstairs humping his mortal friend." "Liked it, did you?" "What? I didn't do anything!" Dick stretched, grinning. "You watched. Little pervy." Tim snarled. "Who says I watched!" Dick stroked his brother's hair. "Watching can be hot as participating. I'll show you one day." A gasp. "Dick-" "So you want my advice?" "Yes!" "Wait until you're nineteen." "That's not funny." "It wasn't meant to be." Dick kissed Tim over the eyes. "Trust me, I know it's hard. But you're not ready." "Jason said the same thing." "He's right. You've got too many triggers right now." "What the hell does that mean?" A sigh. Dick paced the gym. "You came here angry and excited." "That was because of what I saw with Alfred. I'm not used to seeing grandfather-" "In a sexual way?" Dick smiled. "How did you think we all got here, federal express?" "You're real funny. I just never thought of him...not that he isn't good looking and all-" Dick folded his arms. "Tim, please. Before you confuse yourself further." "I'm not confused. I want Bruce!" "I know." Dick took his sibling's face gently. "Jason was right about something else, too." Tim found his focus fading. "Ah, what?" "Father will be climbing the walls in three years. You're becoming quite handsome, little brother." The teen nuzzled. "Thank you, but...tell me about your experience now." "Fair enough." Dick pulled him down onto a mat. "Did he come on to you?" "Sort of. It was mostly my doing." Blue eyes flashed weirdly. "Do tell!" Dick stared into space, thinking. "I was about fourteen when things changed. New sensations, feelings. Alfred and Bruce smelled different, exciting. And I lusted, big time." "Sounds like the best part." "I saw grandfather in the shower and made a pass." Tim's eyes nearly popped. "You hit on him first?" "I think he was amused more than anything, but I was serious. Or so I thought at the time." "What did he do?" "Petted me until I came. I cried from embarrassment. But he held me and said there was no shame." "Did father find out?" "They must have talked about it, because he came to me later that night. We talked a long time. He told me my feelings were natural for our kind." "It must have felt good, knowing he understood." Dick smiled vaguely. "Yeah. I fell asleep in his arms. But new memories stayed with me. I smelled his skin and hair. His own personal scent, down low." "Mmm. He was really smelly that night we were together-" "Pervy. Anyway, for over a year I persisted. Mother tried to distract me by using the same technique grandfather used. But I wanted more. I slipped into father's bed one night." "Must have been trouble." "Yeah, they got into fights about it. Mother left the mansion for awhile and asked that Alfred watch over me." Tim was stunned. "What. You needed protection from Bruce?!" "Not directly, but her concern was that he would reciprocate. She'd seen the lust in his eyes and got pissed." "Kinda freaky when you think about it...your husband hot for the kid." Dick laughed bitterly. "Got that right. But Bruce was always greedy, wanting what he wanted. Not that I cared, I was too far gone." "You crack on Alfred again?" "No, I went after Bruce. In restrospect, I must have driven him crazy. I tried everything. Touches, looks...climbing into his bed, popping up in the shower, stripping in the kitchen... you name it!" Tim watched his brother intently. "Did it work?" Dick grinned slyly. "What do you think?" "But...when did it happen? How old were you?" "Keep this to yourself?" "Spill it!" "Fourteen-" "FOURTEEN?!" Tim shouted, jumping up. Dick yanked him back down. "Quiet, fool! I don't need you broadcasting." Tim waved in excitement and anger. "What bullshit is this? I get speeches about waiting, and he takes you even younger than me?!" Dick clamped a hand over his mouth. "Shut up, I said! The situation was different-" Tim pulled the hand free. "Yeah, that seems to be the party line around here." "I was bigger than you, more developed-" "And younger. So what!" Dick clamped his brother still. "Look, I'm not saying its right or makes sense, but it happened. I don't regret it." Tim growled, thinking that over. "Fine. But what happened with mother after that?" "They went at it again." "Another fight? What about later?" Dick grinned, pointing at Tim. "You were later." Blank stare. "What? Oh!" a laugh. "Obviously they made up somehow, but I don't know the details. Then father and Alfred both disappeared for a few days, then returned. Jason stayed at the mansion with me. Later on everyone acted like nothing happened." "No one said anything?" "To this day, no. I have no clue what happened between Bruce and Alfred." "Maybe I should ask." "Good luck. I never found out." Tim snorted. "Hell, if he did you at fourteen then seducing him must be a snap!" "Hardly. But be careful, Tim. Enticing him is easy, handling him isn't. You have no idea." "It's worth it. He won't make a mistake." "Be sure you don't." Tim was quiet a moment. "What should I do?" Dick nipped his ear affectionately. "You've really got it bad." "Don't patronize me!" Another kiss. "Stop being so sensitive. Now do this. Don't be obvious." "That's it?" "No. Catch him in innocent situations. Make sure he sees you naked. Rub or touch him by accident." Bright blue eyes were wild. "But how do I make all that seem like a coincidence?" "Don't come on to him at all. Confuse him. Get him hot." Small smile. "Sounds interesting." "His chest is sensitive. Tease his feet." Tim was smug. "Sounds like you still know what to do." Sharp smile. "Experience you'll have one day. Meantime, do as I say." The teen kissed his brother. "Thank you. Now can I get up, please?" "Of course." Dick released him. Tim stood and yawned. Dick watched him. "I'm curious...why did it take you so long to find me?" "I did a slow search around the mansion, you were shielding. When I ran across grandfather, he tossed me out for watching." "Been there, done that. I confess to taking a peep myself awhile ago." "At least you didn't get bounced on your ass." "He was preoccupied with you. I just saw a mental image." Tim watched his brother stand and stretch. "You going to Bludhaven later?" "Tonight. Come patrol with me. You need to clear your head." **** Bruce shook his head, looking through clothing inventory. "Hmm. Black tux boring. Need something with flair." Jason sprawled carelessly on the edge of Bruce's bed. "How about one of those suits from 'Dumb and Dumber?' " A snort. "You mean the orange nightmare or the powder blue mistake?" Jason laughed, teeth flashing. "Yeah, you'd look pretty wild...french ruffles and all." Bruce looked around in thought. "Maybe a white Armani would work." A nod in appreciation. "You'd look hot, father. But then you look good in anything-" "Jason." Bruce snarled. "Or nothing at all." in a second Jason flashed next to his sire. He stroked shining dark hair. "I'll even pick the shirt and tie." "I can dress myself, if you don't mind. Are the invitations out?'' Jason stole a kiss. "Of course. Alfred took the day off, but he left Bert in charge of the staff. They've been working like demons getting the mansion ready." "Good." Bruce yawned, showing impressive teeth. Hands tugged at his shirt collar. "Come on." Jason dragged him to the bed. "You don't have to be anywhere." A thick eyebrow lifted. "I don't have time to play. Let go of me." Strong arms encircled the taught waist. "I don't think so." matching blue eyes blazed in defiance. Sharp nails scratched Bruce on the cheek. He scowled.
"Get off."
"Make me." Growling, Bruce punched Jason in the chest, sending him flying. With inhuman speed Jason flipped and landed on his feet. Another lunge. Bruce evaded, a predatorial smile on his face. "Try again." Jason smiled savagely. "I will." he leaped the distance, landing on his sire. They rolled, growling and snarling. Sharp nails tore at clothing, exposing heated skin. Fierce bites along arms and shoulders. Groins pressed, erections swollen under thin fabric. They rolled again over thick carpet, Bruce slamming on top. Pinning Jason by the hands, he clamped the hot throat and drank, too turned on to do much else. Jason surged under him, keening an eerie wail. Sticky heat spread between them as powerful hips bucked in molten friction. Bruce heaved, mouth dripping as he rolled away but Jason immediately snapped fangs into a broad shoulder. The favor was returned as Jason sipped and fisted his cock. Bruce roared, arching in pleasure. He was still spurting as another presence entered the room. "Crap." Two pair of red eyes glared at the intrusion. Bruce took a moment to focus from his passion. "Tim." he growled roughly. The teen sniffed, grinning. "Man. Must be the weekend, everyone's having a party. And nobody invited me." "What do you want!" Sharp eyes took in the tangled bodies. "You." "When you're nineteen!" Bruce roared. "I won't say it again." Jason rolled away, his partial erection bobbing through his pants. "Your timing stinks, Tim." Tim angled his head defiantly. "Maybe. But the nineteen stuff is all bullshit, father. I know the truth!" Bruce watched his son with low eyes. "I don't care what you've been told. The agreement holds. That is my final word on the matter." Tim wet his lips, watching the pole of flesh nestled between Bruce's legs. A sticky puddle pooled on the carpet. "Can I have a taste?" Even Jason stared in disbelief at his sibling. /Have you lost your mind?!/ /I know what I'm doing./ "Promise me, Bruce. Just a taste." Fangs snapped. "Yes, anything you want. When you're old enough!" "I kind of meant right now. You smell really good." Bruce gave a warning growl. "Okay, okay. I just wanted you to know I'm going to Bludhaven with Dick." "Then get going!" Smug, Tim kneeled on the carpet and tasted, watching Bruce hotly. The busy tongue lapped the sticky spot clean. His sire could only stare in fascination. Tim bounded to his feet. "See you later." he skipped out, waving. "I can't believe he did that." Jason spluttered. Bruce watched the empty door, eyes flickering with a strange light. "He is your brother."
THE END Next: Blood Bonds 7 Meeting of the Minds
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