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Playmates	By : Owlgirl Category: DC Verse Comics > Batman Views: 4239 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- 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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Damian trots down the hall of Wayne Manor like it’s nothing at all special. His father is somewhere, not even in the Cave which surprises the teen. He makes his way up the galaxy of stairs silently, the way that was pounded in to him from childhood. He’s memorized his way around the estate by now, knows where all the important doors lead and how not to get lost. He has the path to his father’s bedroom memorized, sometimes he’ll come out here in the early morning when sleep is too far away and morning is too near and he’ll sit outside the door and listen, listen intently to his father’s breathing and sometimes hear the breath of another. But these sounds are not the sounds of sleep.

The voice panting and moaning the most, he recognizes, all the cursing helps verify the ‘victim’. The other barely makes any other sound but when he laughs, laughs so loud like he’s the happiest person in the world, he’s knows it isn’t Bruce. And he shouldn’t want to knock, he should walk away down the hall, go back to sleep…or at least try…

He only has to knock once before there’s a reply and a stop of the heavy moaning, and the laughing voice replies strongly, ‘come in’. Damian should just run away, but then they’ll know it’s him they probably already know, he might as well open up the door, he’s sixteen (almost, *practically*) and he’s seen worse then two men having sex.

It seems to take an eternity to actually open the door, walk in the room, then shut it…but the sight itself… Damian wasn’t expecting it to be so—

“Dami,” the nickname the young teen immediately had been rewarded when he came to the manor to stay; Dick says it like his fingers aren’t completely injected into Jason’s ass. And god, Damian can feel himself blush, Jason notices and chuckles a bit, commenting how ‘adorable’ the teen is.

The teen turns his head away before he can see Dick swat Jason’s buttock playfully, it surprisingly makes Jason laugh harder but over the sound Dick says, “Come here, Dami.” Damian wants to sigh, to blush even deeper and to run away and completely forget seeing the two ex-Robins fucking each other senseless on his father’s bed but…he walks forward into the hand Dick holds for him above the edge of the bed.

“There’s nothing to be embarrassed about, Damian.”

“I’m not--!”

“Look at that cute blush, he’s all red Dickie!” And does Jason ever stop laughing and taunting.

“Damian,” and suddenly Dick is right there sitting on the edge, his thighs on either side of the teen’s and it would be claustrophobic if Dick wasn’t so full of light, if Dick wasn’t Dick. “Are you curious?” Damian’s eyes go wide, “It’s alright. You know, Bruce has been expecting it for a long time. He doesn’t mind at all if you want to…whatever. You can ask us anything, Damian.”

When Damian actually looks at Dick, he notices the man’s lips are red, like they’ve been far too interactive with Jason. He has the sudden urge to kiss them, and it’s stupid, so stupid, but Dick did say anything. “Can I—can I kiss you?”

And just when his blush was starting to settle down, Dick looks at him like he isn’t a child. There’s a mild curiosity inside the blue eyes, “Yes.” The teen places his palms on Dick’s cheeks, he can feel the tickling stubble under his fingers, and then the man smiles again so Damian just pushes his lips down onto Dick’s. His lips are warm, slightly chapped, and it’s a whole new feeling, Dick doesn’t let him get use to the feel of lips, and he pushes his tongue into Damian’s mouth. Damian pushes back, he’s pretty sure that’s how it works, and is rewarded with a moan from the man. All he can think is that he wants to hear it again.

Dick’s mouth is so warm, he wants to explore it like this forever, but on his left side he can suddenly hear Jason say, “That is so fucking hot.” Damian lets go and looks over to see the other ex-Robin staring at them, partially draped over Dick’s back, with a keen smile pasted on his face.

“Was that…”

“It wasn’t,” he looks back over at Dick, “What you were doing earlier…it looked…”

“Pleasant?”

“It feels fucking amazing, Damian. Me and Dick could do it for you.” And he can hear the smirk on Jason’s face. Dick looks over at him then back at the teen.

“It’s alright Damian. You don’t have--”

“I do…but I was interrupting earlier…”

“Oh, little Robin, the joy of a threesome more then outweighs that of a twosome.” Jason laughs again while pulling Dick back further onto the bed. The even Robin pats down between the two of them, “Come on.” His smile seems completely reassuring, and god, Damian wants to kiss him too.

“Shouldn’t I?”

“We’ll take care of it,” he pats again and Damian complies, crawling over to the desired position and he sits down on his thighs. Jason runs one hand over his chest (so undeveloped compared to everyone else) and pulls the worn out t-shirt over Damian’s head. Jason rakes a hand through the teen’s hair and turns his head to bite his lower lip. It makes Damian whimper a bit but the man kisses him, running his tongue along his teeth and playfully dancing with Damian’s. He moans slightly and suddenly, Jason’s pushing down on him and he can see why this position is better. Jason’s mouth sucks against his, the man’s tongue moving rapidly; it makes Damian swear in Arabic mentally.

A hand slips up his back and pulls down the elastic waistband of his pajama pants. Dick plants a few little kisses on the nape of his neck and across his shoulder blades. “Jason we need to…” Jason wraps his arms around Damian, pulling him closer, Dick sighs, moving his hand to the teen’s hip.

“*Dami*,” this time, Dick is in his ear, whispering, “You can keep kissing Jay but if you move your hips up--”

Damian whimpers for Jason to stop, he needs to breathe and to get into a position where Dick can help out. He sees the even Robin smile and chuckle a little then looks over his shoulder back at Dick.

Next he knows, he’s resting on Jason’s chest, pulled down to the mattress, his hips and ass protrude in the air. “Dick…”

“Shhh,” Dick whispers against the small of his back, leaving another small kiss. “This is going to be a bit cold, and in the beginning it will sting a bit. I’ll just start off with one.”

Damian can hear the sound of a bottle opening behind his back and then Jason’s soft sigh. “You’re going to love this, little bird.”

The finger is ice cold, and fuck, Dick didn’t warn him, just shoved in. It makes the teen moan above Jason and the ex-sidekick makes a happy grin on his face. “*Dick*…”

“It’s alright,” he pecks down on Damian’s back again before saying Jason’s name. Immediately, Jay has both of the teen’s nipples clamped between his fingers; he kneads them lightly making Damian gasp and bang his head against the man’s collar bone.

“You like that Damian?” He can barely reply, the sting of Dick’s finger disappears only for a bit until the man inserts another one.

“*Oh* Dick,” he moans again, and god he has to shut up because Jason is smirking again and licking up his face in long strokes. The man silently taps a finger against the head of the teen’s cock. “*Jason*…”

“Damian…you’re so fucking beautiful.” Jason kisses him again, it’s messy and wet all over.

“Those sounds….”

“If you could see his face, Dick…oh, fuck, this is the best place ever.”

Dick shoves in hard making the teen gasp, “Trying to make me all jealous, Jay?”

“Is it working?” Damian sighs between the two men, he kisses Jason to make him shut up. Jason accepts and taps Damian’s cock again before slipping a fingernail into the slit. The teen wants to jump out of his skin; he releases Jason for a whimper, and Dick’s voice is there again.

“*Jay*, what are you doing?”

“Just playing,” he replies innocently.

“Stop, this is his first time. Don’t you dare start him up on all of your kinks.”

Jason giggles and removes his finger, “You know you enjoy my kinks, Dick-bird.” He lazily begins running the digit down Damian’s shaft , like it’s a pet and not an organ.

“K-kinks?”

Dick’s lips are all over Damian’s back, then on his ear, whispering, “You shouldn’t concern yourself with the kinks of scary people, Damian, trust me on that.” He gives another thrust with his fingers and hits a place that makes Damian see stars and moan against Jay’s shoulder. He wants Dick to keep hitting there, over and over again. He begins meeting the man on each thrust, “*Dick*…”

“Mmm, slow down, Dickie, I want in on this.” The older bird complies, stopping his movements and allowing Jason to slip a finger into the stretched ring of muscle. The teen whimpers and no, he’s not gonna cry because it’s almost too much.

“Hang in there, little red bird.” The two start up again, and each push brings a moan to the teen’s lips. He bites down on Jason’s shoulder without permission, but the man doesn’t mind at all, just runs his hand through the teen’s black, short hair.

“Perfect, Damian.” He can taste his older brother’s blood in his mouth, and Jason’s gasps and moans, still helping Dick ram in hard.

Damian’s coming with a few more hits to his prostate, removing his mouth from Jason’s reddened skin with a moan. His cock empties against the middle bird’s stomach and both of the men help coax Damian down to the mattress when his dick lays flaccid.

Dick slips off the teen’s pants completely and cuddles up to his back, “He’s so beautiful, Jason. Tim should see him like this.” He gently lays a kiss to the boy’s cheek.”

“Tim should see this hard-on I have,” Jason only sounds partially pissed off, but he smacks the oldest bird on the thigh, “Aren’t you going to finish me off?”

“Do I have to?’

“Hey, don’t give me that shit, I did you.”

Dick abandons the warmth of Damian’s back and crawls in front of Jason with a grin, “Sorry, Jay-bird.” He wraps his hand around the deep red of Jason’s erection and pumps. Jason kisses him with a moan, then bites the nook of shoulder. “Faster, Dickie.”

He speeds up his rhythm and Jason orgasms in a few more strokes, rolling them onto the other side of the mattress. He gives Dick a wet kiss as a reward when he can see straight again. “Love you, Nightwing.”

“Don’t abandon me.” Damian props his head up on his hand and looks at the men from across the bed, a grin spread wide across his face.

“Mmm, sorry Damian, Dick just owed me a quickie.”

“Dick?” Damian rolls over to them and pokes the man in his stomach.

“You’re--”

“You did it to me, Damian.”

Jason smirks to Dick, “Then maybe he should take care of it.”

“It’s fine, I’m just going to take a cold shower.’

“But it’s the rules.”

“Rules?,” Damian quirks an eyebrow and cuddles up closer and Dick sighs, swatting Jason’s hand away when he tries to play with his erection.

“Can’t leave until you don’t have a boner,” Jason says, matter-of-factly.

“You mean…”

“Jason’s it’s his first time, and since when do we have rules?”

“Since Bruce had to be fucking hot and come on, you know you want it.”

Dick sighs again and tries to get up to leave, not paying attention to Damian’s sad puppy eyes and Jason’s evil grin, but both topple him back to the mattress.

“Get up. Now.”

“Come on, Dickie, we’re all grown, civilized, naked men here, just let the kid--”

“What would Bruce say?,” Dick attempts to guilt Jason into letting him go but the young man simply shrugs his shoulders. “He would say you should let him do it.”

“Do what?” Damian looks at the door to see Bruce, standing in his silken pajama bottoms, leaning in the opening. “Father,” the teen isn’t sure if he wants to jump the man or hide under the bed.

“Let Damian give him a blowjob.” Damian’s surprised Jason can keep a straight face being so blunt about the entire situation. Bruce walks in the room and closes the door behind him. “I guess it depends on what they both want.”

Jason lets Dick go so he can rise off the bed and jump to Bruce’s side, the man slides a hand around the middle bird’s naked waist and watches Dick. Jason snickers, “Dick wants it, Bruce, he wants it so *bad*.”

“I--” Dick should try to fight the point, say he doesn’t, but there’s no point, because Damian is next to him, sitting naked, lips red and slightly parted in thought. The man sighs and pulls the youngest into a kiss, fuck the point of the whole thing, Damian is hard again and the boy needs it, they can both get what they want. He lets go of the teen’s lips and slides up into a sitting position, urging the teen up onto his lap, and when Damian hits the right spot, Dick moans.

When he looks at the teen, he has his eyes closed, his bottom lip suckled back between teeth. “Again, Damian, don’t be scared,” and the teen grinds his hips into his older brother’s with a whimper. Dick’s already dripping pre-cum by the time Damian’s next thrust has passed.

The teen claws at his shoulders and moans when Dick grinds back, harder then Damian could ever manage, the head of Dick’s cock rubbing the perfect spot on Damian’s own that makes him want to scream. “Mmm…do that again, Dickie, his expression was so sexy.” Damian blocks out Jason’s commentary and groans when Dick follows orders.

“Dick…”

“I’m so…close, red bird.” Damian takes the lead, getting to his knees so he can gain better friction between their erections and it’s perfect. Dick moans and spurts come over the teen’s dick and his own stomach. Damian follows after and falls into Dick and their sticky mess.

“They make great playmates, don’t they, Brucie?” Jason looks away from the worn out couple and stands on his tip toes to kiss the oldest man. “Where have you been all this time?”

“Out. Took down that gun racketeering gang from last week.”

Jason kisses him again, all tongue and wet moans. “Mmm…we can have fun then. The other birds are tired so I get you all to myself.”

“I guess you do.”

“Take a shower with me?”

Bruce scoops Jason up into his arms and carries him off to the bathroom, “of course.”

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When Alfred pulls the curtains, it seems way to early. Damian groans against Bruce’s chest, still groggy from the morning light. “Good morning Master Bruce and Master Damian, I hope that you slept well?’

Damian looks up to his father’s face, the man’s eyes wide open. “Very well, Alfred. Could you bring up three coffees--”

“And milk for Master Damian, yes sir.” And Alfred’s out of the room before Damian even blinks again. “Dad?”

“Mmhm?”

“Was Alfred just in here?”

“Yes.”

“Tired…” he cuddles closer, finding the perfect pillow under his father’s chin. He looks across to see Jason sleeping peacefully on Bruce’s bicep, the oldest man’s arm locked around him protectively. “Sorry I fell asleep.”

“It’s fine, Dick fell asleep with you.’

“You and Jason?”

“Took a shower,” he doesn’t need to add the part about sex *in* the shower because Damian gets it by now. Dick…Dick is wrapped around Damian like a monkey, head resting right next to the teen’s on the pillow. He breathes deep and blinks his eyes open, then places an innocent kiss on the nape of Damian’s neck. “Morning, baby bird.”

“Mmm…Dick.” The man giggles and stretches so he can kiss Bruce, tongue and all, “Morning, handsome. Jay still sleeping?”

“They took a shower,” Damian asks, explaining everything as Dick’s lips form an ‘o’. The ex-Robin cuddles back down behind Damian with a grin on his face, “Did you have fun last night, bird?”

“Fun…but very, very messy.”

“Hmm, no doubt, you get used to it.”

“Didn’t hate it.”

“Oh hoho,” and Dick kisses his shoulder next, “we’re gonna have a bunch of fun with you.” Damian turns his body so he can see Dick grinning, “I’ll protect you from Jason’s fetishes, don’t worry.”

“I’m not sure if that’s the least of my worries.”

“It’s not,” the teen turns back to see Jason stealing his own morning kiss from Bruce, happily, though still a bit frumpled around the edges. Damian’s about to ask further questions when Alfred barges through the door, tray in hand.

“Ah, Master Richard, Master Jason, nice to see you join us.” He passes a mug down to the middle Robin with smirk that isn’t really much of a smirk. Jason gulps down the coffee like he has a drug addiction, “You’re the best, Al.” Bruce takes his coffee and the morning paper from the butler’s hand, Damian receives his glass of milk and Dick, his own cup of coffee.

When he sees all the men are happy, Alfred tucks the tray under his arm and bows, “Breakfast will be done in half an hour, I assume you will all be properly *dressed* by then?”

“Yes, Alfred,” Bruce replies, giving a bat-grin.

“Very well, Sirs.” And the man’s gone again.

“Best coffee in the world, I’m telling you,” Jason takes another sip and scoots closer to Bruce. “Anything interesting happening in Gotham?” Bruce begins reading off the headlines to Jason, who surprises Damian with his interest in what his father is actually talking about.

He takes a sip of his cold milk and looks over at the partner on his side of the bed. “Dickie?”’

“Yeah,” the man replies between drinks.

“It’s all of us, but…I was wondering why Tim isn’t around?”

“He’s not really one for sex with above two people participating. Sometimes he’ll come in and sleep when we’ve finished but…he just kinda sticks to himself.”

Damian giggles a bit, “I’m kind of glad, I don’t want to share you.” He kisses Dick with his milk mustache and rests his free hand on the man’s chest. “I don’t want to share any of you.”
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