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Vacation	By : aranel Category: DC Verse Comics > Teen Titans Views: 2893 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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- 1-Vacation
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Disclaimer: I do not own, nor do I pretend to own any recognizable characters within this work of fiction. They are the sole property of DC and I am just borrowing them for a bit of fun.

It’s another beautiful tropical day on the island where love roams free, and heads turn as a new couple make their way across the foyer and over to the counter. It’s an island of happy people, and many of them are quite attractive, but none so as the pair that now graces the marble floor.

Their bodies are honed to perfection, which no one can help from noticing. Sleek, and trimmed in all the right places. Finely tailored clothes and well-carried postures only add to the onlooking.

The red head tips his sunglasses and flashes a smile at the clerk that makes many a heart melt. He flirts unabashedly, as his companion looks around the room through dark sunglasses. “Must be rich,” whispers one guest to another. “Must be on the rocks,” says another. “Dibs!” hisses a third.

“Oh, don’t mind him,” says the red head, handing back the pen. “Long flight.”

The clerk smiles, tries hard not to giggle at the wink, and calls over a bellboy to help them with their bags.

“Jesus Dick!” says Roy, after they’ve settled in and seen the hall cleared. “Can you try and be a little more co-operative?”

Dick sniffs from where he’s unpacking some equipment. “This isn’t a vacation Roy, we’re undercover.”

“Which is exactly my point. How are we going to get close to the mark, if we’re not acting accordingly?”

“I think it went well enough.”

“You’re as emotionally constipated as the man who raised you.”

Dick stands and begins setting up, choosing not to dignify the jab with a reply.

“Come on Dick, we’re supposed to be lovers!”

He sighs as Dick continues to ignore him.

The computer is set up quickly, and uploading takes under five minutes. Dick is reviewing statistics and strategies, while Roy unpacks enough to make it look homey. Someone’s bound to come in, and they may as well keep up appearances. He hides the first aid equipment under the bed in his own suitcase. It’s easily accessible there, and doesn’t need explaining should it be happened upon.

“So…” he says later, leaning against Dick’s chair. Dick hates people reading over his shoulder, so Roy makes a pointed move to keep as close as possible. “Flip you for the bed?”

“It’s big enough,” replies Dick, shoulders twitching.

“Oh ho! Want to share now?”

“It’ll look strange if we don’t.”

“You know what else will look strange?”

“I am not having sex with you,” Dick replies dryly.

Roy laughs. “I was referring to the lack of ‘spark’ between us in public, but this is much better.”

Dick sighs and leans back to scrub at his face. Any longer and he might have to hit Roy for being so annoyingly close. “I’m taking a shower,” he says with a sigh, getting up.

“Fine, I can wait,” says Roy, amusedly.

Dick doesn’t reply, padding off into the bathroom and shutting the door.

By morning, Dick knows more than he cares to about his partner. Roy, for one, snores horribly. He’s a cuddle sleeper, ironically. And while his feet aren’t cold – thankfully – his limbs are everywhere! At one point, Dick was startled out of a nice dream by a knee to the abdomen. Waking and ready – thinking they were being attacked – he was surprised to find it was only Roy. God, he could sleep in strange positions…

They breakfast on the terrace with most of the other guests, and Dick tries to be more obliging, while Roy repeatedly ups the ante. Half the time Dick’s unsure of who’s getting more fun out of it, Roy or the other guests.

“So, how long have you two been together?”

“Oh, it’s been years!” replies Roy with a bit too much cheer. “We’ve known each other since childhood.” He reaches over to pat Dick’s hand. “And well, it’s been so long, I can’t even remember. Can you, pookie?”

Dick grits his teeth, and sees Roy bite back a laugh. “No.”

“Is he always so quiet?”

“Stoic type for you, eh Roy?”

“I love ‘em broody!”

Dick coughs and scans the beach for their target.

“You should meet his father. If you think he’s bad, well…”

Roy smiles wide as Dick turns to glare at him. Their breakfast guests lean back, but Roy just smiles wider and pats Dick’s hand again.

When he looks away, Roy gets waves from approving vacationers. Roy just gives them the same smile, and beats his leg against Dick’s under the table. Dick’s muscles tighten, but he doesn’t pull away.

By lunch, they’ve still no sign of their target, and Dick is getting frustrated. Roy knows he’s just uncomfortable, and helps him look for clues by the marina. It’s hard to be undercover in such a nice place. It makes him even more determined to find their perp so they can use the extra days as paid vacation. Dick probably won’t agree, but Roy figures he may as well hope. It doesn’t hurt after all.

They’re no closer by dinner, and the next day the finds are the same.

“Maybe it’s us,” says Roy, as Dick kicks the chair in their room.

“What do you mean?” Dick asks, heaving a sigh.

“Well, our guy has a thing for hot guys, right?”

“Yes.”

“Well, what if it’s not the guys, so much as what they’re doing?”

“What?”

“We’ve been here two days now, and we’re both very attractive men.” Dick snorts. “But, what if it’s more than us being attractive? What if we need to be attractive together?”

“Roy, we spend all day together. What do you-”

Roy nods as Dick’s eyes widen the slightest bit.

“No!”

“Aww, come on Dick. It’s not like I’m asking you to fuck me.”

“Of course not, you’d rather do that.”

“Well, yes,” admits Roy, with a small shrug. “But, I have power issues.”

Dick moves across the room, and Roy follows.

“Dick, it won’t even be a lot. Some kissing, a little groping, dancing in the cabana. We just have to make it more real.”

“I don’t know if I-”

“Bruce would.”

He glares for a moment or two, but Roy has said the magic word.

“Fine.”

“You’re too stiff.”

“I am not too stiff!”

“Yes you are. Look, Dick, if it’s going to be believable, you have to at least pretend to put your heart into it.”

“I’m doing my best,” he grits.

“No, you aren’t. Think of a chick if you have to, but make me feel it.”

“I really don’t think practice is necessary, Roy.”

“It is if you’re going to keep being so stiff, Dick.”

Dick sighs heavily, and tries again. Roy has to at least give him credit for effort, but Dick’s still not really quite there yet. And if it’s not convincible, it will lose them more time than they can afford. They need to be flashy, so they can be marked, and find out where he’s hiding. Once they catch the bastard, they’ll have time for themselves. But, they’ll have to catch him first.

“Roy! What are you doing?!”

“What’s it look like, Dick? I’m giving you incentive.”

“Don’t,” he replies, but it’s not much of an answer.

Roy chooses to interpret it as ‘Don’t stop’ and moves to suck the hollow of Dick’s throat instead. Dick hums - barely audibly - and his fingers curl in Roy’s shirt.

He runs his fingers along Dick’s length, teasing him with feathered touches, and soft tugs. Regardless of what Dick’s saying – or trying to – his body is saying something completely different.

“Just relax,” he breathes into his ear, and Dick feels a tingle rush along his spine.

He’s lain back; Roy pressed to his side. He’s very good with his mouth, Roy. And soon Dick finds that his clothes are starting to disappear. They have to be disappearing, because there’s no way Roy’s taking them off. He’d feel it if he were, after all.

Roy hums, mouth about one of Dick’s nipples, and Dick arches into him. The steady pace of Roy’s hand about him isn’t helping him concentrate at all. Roy’s hair is soft, and he runs his hands through it, gripping every so often.

He’s never felt this way in his entire life. So bare to someone else…it’s…breathtaking.

Soon, he can hardly keep track of anything but the feeling. The way Roy feels pressed against him. The hot tongue against his navel, and the steady hand around him. The heavy beating of his own heart. A new kind of beat, the unfamiliar feel of it in his own chest.

The world hazes over, in colors and sensations. He loses track of Roy somewhere about his hip, and reaches up to clutch at the pillows instead. Hands furling tightly in the downy softness, gripping fiercely with new strength.

It’s a pull and rush, and so many other indefinable things. Stretching him out until he can’t stretch any further, and the world vanishes for a few long moments.

When he opens his eyes, Roy is smirking down at him.

“What?” he asks brusquely.

“You’re a screamer.”

“I am not!” he protests, shoving him aside.

Roy simply laughs, as he drops into the pillows.

Dick takes stock of his body. While nothing’s harmed, he’s never quite felt so…alive. He looks to the side, and sees Roy stretch out smugly, folding his arms behind his head. He decides to ignore the happy thrum in his very blood, and gets up to take a shower.

It’s not as hard as he thought it would be, sleeping together that night. Roy acts like it never happened. Dick is grateful for that fact, and turns over. If only he could get his heart to stop beating so fast.

Roy is serious all the next day, which is more irritating to Dick than when he’d been playing with him. It’s so irritating, in fact, come afternoon, Dick confronts him about it. Or he’d planned to, anyway. He was thoroughly ticked, good and truly frustrated, and ready to shake Roy down. Except, the moment he’d gripped his shoulders…

Roy’s soft moan does far too much to his stomach – and other things – than Dick would care to admit. But, he can’t stop himself. His arms go about Roy’s back, stroking along his spine. His tongue decides Roy’s must be lonely, and accosts Roy’s own.

He’s beside himself in the feeling, so much, that it takes a full minute to feel the gazes. Opening his eyes enough, he looks around, and finds nothing but other hotel guests. Roy is looking as well, and drawing Dick closer, rocking their hips slightly, hands firmly set on Dick’s rear.

They give a good show.

Two days later, Roy realizes he’s released a part of Dick long kept buried. Truth be told, he likes it. So, he drags him into every alcove, shoves him up against every tree, and tackles him in the sand every free moment he has. Dick responds eagerly. More eager with each encounter.

They’ve stopped doing it for show by week’s end. Tripping over one another in the hall, as they move toward their room. Dick had suggested they start having sex, and who was Roy to argue. Hell, Dick was great in bed.

When they receive the call, they’re in the middle of a very difficult procedure, involving the exact distribution of body weight for maximum pleasure. So when Roy almost falls over, it’s not very pleasant for either of them.

They have three days.

Attention shifts back to the case as much as it can, with them still acting as horny as a pair of teenage boys. But all of their effort pays off, when they’re invited to a special party by the island owner. Just the in they’ve been waiting for.

Dick is silent as they prepare. Roy holsters his guns, smoothing the tuxedo, and testing it for visibility. Dick turns in the mirror, and tugs the back of his jacket down, making sure his collapsible staff isn’t poking out the back.

They’d discussed whether or not they ought to go in armed, and decided it was best, but that they’d do it lightly.

“We have to make this good,” says Dick, fixing Roy’s tie.

“I know,” he replies, trying not to feel so embarrassed over the fact that he had no idea how to actually knot a bow tie. Dick picked up a lot more from Bruce than Bat skills. Ollie’d never bothered.

Dick sniffs, and steps back, nodding a bit. “Alright, let’s go.” And he’s already buried the Dick Roy has spent all week digging out. Back to business. Nightwing and Arsenal on the hunt.

They have to pass through a detector on their way in, and both hold their breath as they do. Nothing sounds as far as they can tell, and when Dick checks his watch – which was naturally more than a watch, given it was a Bat created object – he finds they’ve not tripped anything yet.

“Security must be as light as we thought,” murmurs Roy in his ear.

“I wouldn’t give up on the armed guards just yet,” replies Dick.

Roy turns to look around. The large room decorated with very distinctive taste.

“Ahhh…” says an older man, walking up to them. “Welcome, gentlemen.”

Dick nods and Roy smiles.

“As I’m sure you’re aware, this is a private party, with very few guests. Why don’t you follow me, and we’ll see that you’re comfortable.”

They follow, Roy’s fingers itching to touch his gun, but he can feel both strapped tightly to his chest, and knows he has to be patient. Dick is exuding calm and elitism and Roy takes a deep breath and tries to emulate that patented Bat trait.

They’re shown to a balcony overlooking the island, and Roy knows Dick’s already working out the many ways to jump off it in his head.

“Wouldn’t you like to get more comfortable?” asks their guide, and they both look to him. He smiles. “It’s such a nice night. It would be a pity not to feel as much of it on your skin as possible.”

Roy is thinking, ‘Shit, shit, shit.’ And wondering how in the world he’s going to be able to pull off undressing with two rather large guns pinned to him. He knows Dick is as armed as he, but it’s much easier to drop the staff down the back of one pants leg, than to unbuckle a holster while unbuttoning a jacket.

“I don’t think we should ‘get comfortable’ until we’ve met our host,” replies Dick, and Roy could kiss him.

“I apologize, gentlemen. I am your host tonight.”

His features don’t match their scan at all, and they look sideways at one another. This man is considered a chameleon, so it wouldn’t exactly be impossible. Then again, their true host could be watching from the shadows to see how they react, and if they attack now, they could lose him, along with any hope of closing this case.

“It’s nice to meet you,” says Roy, holding out his hand. “Mr…”

“Oh, just call me sovereign.”

The name’s a match at least.

“Well then, I guess we could get a bit more comfortable, eh pookie?”

Dick exhales through his nose, jaw a bit tighter than Roy would have figured. His mind is gone, Roy knows, working out their situation and coming up with a contingency plan.

“How ‘comfortable’ are we talking here?”

Sovereign smiles, and presses a button on a remote. They both tense a little more than they should, but manage not to strike battle posses. Behind them the floor is sliding back, to reveal a jacuzzi, steam rising up in thick wisps.

“Well,” says Roy, with a bit of mirth, “We didn’t bring any bathing suits.”

“Oh, those won’t be necessary.”

Roy squints, trying to see if he can find any sources of operable electrical pulses. Wouldn’t do to get electrocuted by a two-bit villain. Horrible way to end a relatively successful career.

“You mean really comfortable, don’t you?”

“Gentlemen, it is my…hobby, if you will, to invite the world’s most interesting young men to my home, and help them…loosen their inhibitions.”

“You’re a voyeur then.”

“In cruder terms, I suppose I am.”

“Porn just doesn’t do it for you, eh?”

Sovereign gave a chuckle. “No, I suppose not.”

Roy snorts. “Well then, why don’t we just skip the pleasantries and move onto the main event. Unless there are rules or something.”

“No, no rules,” he replies, shaking his head. “Just you and your lover in my personal setting.”

Roy nods, and turns to Dick. Dick looks back at him, and he can tell there are some missing pieces Dick is working through, even if to Sovereign it may just appear his lover is uncomfortable with the arrangement. Roy decides to use that.

“Do we get anything? For participating?” he asks, looking back at the older man.

“I usually reward my participants,” Sovereign replies, stroking over his crotch.

‘Yea, with death,’ Roy thinks, but smiles. “Good, then we ought to be fine.” He looks to Dick. “Right pookie?”

Dick still detests the pet name, but nods softly.

“Excellent. You’ll find everything you need has already been prepared.”

Roy initiates the kiss, and Dick responds. It’s less natural than they’ve come to know, but they have weapons to work around now, a good show to perform, death to escape, and a psycho to take down. Business as usual, if perhaps a bit more enjoyable than being repeatedly shot at – but at least most villains were direct.

Dick’s hands slide up his torso, and unclasp the buckles of his holster carefully, as Roy moves to retrieve his staff. They could attack now, but Roy still has the feeling they’ve got the wrong target.

It’s easier to undress while concealing weapons when someone else is doing the undressing, and they manage to shed their clothes and conceal their weapons beneath them without so much as an ominous thunk.

Roy supposes they’ve been trained better than they’ve ever taken into consideration. They’re naked, in front of someone who’ll likely kill them both without a second thought, and edging their way into the jacuzzi.

The kissing’s a bit forceful, but Sovereign seems to enjoy it. Almost sighs at their bodies, and reaches into his tailored trousers as they press against one another. Roy will admit – and perhaps it’s all the danger talking – that making out with Dick, while they’re both very naked, in front of some guy who most likely wants them both dead, is a lot hotter than it should be.

As they sink into the water, Dick runs one hand along Roy’s back, and the other along the lining. If there’s anything here, Roy knows he’ll find it. They just need to move around the entire jacuzzi first, before risking anything else.

Sovereign moans, as they do a bit of steering. It probably looks like a struggle for dominance, but they’re really just feeling out their surroundings. Dick already has a clear map of their environment etched within his mind. He’s managed to make the lust believable, while planning out their attack and escape. If this really is Sovereign, their best bet was to go along until the man was vulnerable himself. It was kind of cruel to attack someone right before they got off, he mused, but it was their best chance at taking him down and still leaving them a small window, in case this Sovereign was merely a decoy.

Because they need the time, they delay orgasms. It would only make a mess of things if they only got one shot, and blew it on a good show. Dick clings to the edge of the jacuzzi, hands scrabbling against the wood, as Roy shoves into him from behind. It looks good. He knows it does, because he’s looked before himself. But, if they’re not careful, they’ll come. Dick knows this, Roy knows this, so they make it a little less comfortable for themselves, and groan like it feels twice as good.

They’re both keeping count, watching their ‘host’ carefully. The man can hold out, it seems, and while so can they, they’d rather not be caught in this position when reinforcements arrive.

They pretend to near, and hope the feigned climaxing will be believable. And as luck would have it, Sovereign drops the remote. Roy’s clear of Dick in seconds, hurling himself across the swirling water and grabbing one of his guns from under their clothes. Dick’s hands reposition, providing the balance and support he needs to vault out of the jacuzzi in one swift arch.

He lands a swift right with no difficulty, and Roy’s gun makes contact with the back of the man’s head. He slumps, unfulfilled and bleeding in his chair.

They’re both breathing hard by the time the moment has drawn to quiet inaction.

“Is it him?” Roy asks, gun at his side.

Dick crouches down, and lifts the man’s arm, shoving up his sleeve. By his elbow is the tattoo they have on file. “Looks like,” he replies.

Roy sniffs, water trickling down his skin in trails from his hair. “You know, to be honest…I expected someone…bigger.”

Dick gives a snort of laughter, and stands, dropping the arm back in its owner’s lap.

“Leaving already?” asks one of the guests they’d become rather acquainted with.

“Yea,” sighs Roy. “We have to get back to work.”

“It’s a shame,” says another. “You two were far more entertaining than the crap they provided.”

“At least we got our money’s worth,” sighs the first.

Roy laughs, and smiles at Dick as he comes down the stairs, with their luggage.

“Good luck.”

“Have a nice flight.”

“If you’re ever in Detroit, come visit.”

Roy nods and adjusts his sunglasses. Dick gives a small smile.

“Glad everything worked out for you,” whispers the desk clerk.

“Thanks,” replies Roy with a smile. “Looks like a vacation was exactly what we needed.”
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