#damitim fic

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HAHA oh yeah I updated I know what my brother is

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Damian should have known. That is his only thought. 

Well, other than the pain. 

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[bi-bats]

oh my god that's right I also post on tumblr when I update a fic asdhfjks

I updated I know what my brother is!! Chapter nine is up!!!

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Again, Damian wakes first. Again, he is tangled with Tim in the sheets. 

Again, he watches his brother. 

The rise and fall of Tim’s chest. The shift of his eyes beneath his lids. The stray locks of hair resting against his brow.

The feel of his long, lean fingers, gentle where they press against the bare flesh of Damian’s chest.

He lays there and waits for it—

The guilt.

As he waits, he listens to the melody of his brother’s breathing. He inhales the scent of him, seeking to separate it from his own. He brushes that lock of hair from Tim’s forehead, presses his lips to the soft, warm skin there.

Tim sinks into him, the furrow leaving his brow, going lax under Damian’s lips.

The guilt never comes.

He cannot bring himself to feel guilt for this. 

He allows his fingertips to skate across the smooth plane of Tim’s cheekbone. His hand traces down his jaw, down his neck, down the sharp turn of his shoulder under the fabric of his shirt—

Suddenly, Damian is struck with an urge he hasn’t felt in a long while.

He wants to draw.

It hits him so suddenly, so fiercely — it is not just something he wants to do. 

It is something he must do.

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