“You do realize you went overboard right?” Dylan questioned, glancing behind his hulk of a boyfriend at the wreckage of the Hight Striker game. The carnie who ran the game scratched his head and glared at him. Probably wondering how his rigged game was beaten and destroyed.
“You say overboard, I say teaching a cheat the cost of cheating.” Alan replied, draping an arm over his boyfriend’s shoulder with a concealed smile. “Besides, its Valentine’s Day and I wanted to get you a gift.”
“I thought spending time with you was the gift?” The technomancer questioned with a raised eyebrow. His inquiry was met by a simple wink as the two walked down the boardwalk of Jump City’s amusement mile.
“Do you like the plush?” Alan questioned as he pressed his meaty pec against the back of Dylan’s head. “I love it. Sure, it’s poorly made and I’m sure it’s going to fall apart at any minute but it’s from you~”
“I wonder if Venom might make it better~” Alan offered but was cut off by an elbow to the chest. “Fine, I’ll leave Venom for myself”
On the 8th day of Christmas my true love gave to me, a naughty santa~
A lone set of footsteps could be heard traversing the hallways of Wayne Manor. Dylan was home alone; his grandfather was out of town visiting friends, his father was in the city, and Zatanrak was at his boyfriend’s. But Dylan knew he wasn’t alone. When he got home from school he found a letter on a table just inside. It was addressed to him, and the contents said to head to his room for a surprise.
Dylan’s first instinct was to check his brother’s room to see if it was a prank. It was like his brother to pull such a prank... but one quick investigation lead to the discovery that he was alone. Glancing down at the note he shrugged and started walking to his room... on the other end of the manor. If he had his brother’s gifts he would have been able to teleport... another reason why he felt shadowed by Zatanrak.
Finally reaching his room he saw another note taped to his door.
“...’take your clothes off’... this has to be a joke...” Dylan glared at the paper with a slight blush crossing his face. He sighed reluctantly and did as the note commanded, folding his clothes and leaving it on the ground. With any luck he’d be able to collect it before the butler got any funny ideas.
“Alright, I’m coming in... this better not be a trap!” Dylan shouted as he took ahold of the door nob and gave it a twist. Pushing the door open he gasped at the sight before him.
Standing just in front of the bed was Alan... dressed in red underwear with white frills, matching suspenders, and a Santa hat. Around the underwear were a few bells and on his nipples were a pair of bells as well. Dylan looked his boyfriend over, glancing at the noticeable bulge at Alan’s crotch.
“Wh-wh-wh...” Dylan could barely finish a single word as he kept staring at Alan.
“Naughty Santa.” was his friend’s response, smirking behind his festive bandana. “Now, do you want your present or are you going to want a few lumps instead?”
Here we have Rook and Quake, new members of the New Teen Titans.
Rook, born Dylan Grayson, is the son of Dick Grayson (Nightwing) and Zatana Zatanrak and the twin brother of Zatarak. As a homomagi Dylan practices with technomancy, building hard light constructs and hacking.
Quake was born Alan Dorrance. As the only son of the supervillain Bane, he was given the best upbringing his father could give him. It was all to keep Alan from becoming like Bane. Despite the separation from his father, Alan applied his knowledge to create a strain of venom without the harmful addiction. Bane was furious, believing his son was trying to follow in his footsteps. Alan ran from home, vowing to become that which his father didn’t want him to become with the use of his special strain of Venom.
The New Titans later encountered the new street villain Quake and were defeated. Dylan arrived late and recognized his old friend Alan. The two talked and rekindled the old flames of friendship. Dylan managed to convince his Titans to allow Quake to join the team.
Here we go folks~ This story was inspired by @jaymzeecat and this piece of art here. Story is under the cut
It was just like any ordinary day at the Titans Tower for Zatanrak. The Homo magi was keeping to himself in the common room, having heard shouting coming from the Logan brothers down one of the numerous halls that comprised the tower. Something had gotten them riled up and the magician did not want to cross their paths. So Zatanrak had resigned himself to the common room. As he stood facing out one of the windows of the tower he cast a simple levitation spell on his spell book, allowing it to float a few feet in front of him. With his hands free of the spell book Zatanrak allowed one of his hands to slip down and pull at his dress shirt. The stupid thing had been growing smaller for the past couple days now... Zatanrak assumed it was a prank being pulled by his brother or Niall. It definitely not his recent increased pizza binges with Jerome... that would be preposterous.
With his mind else where, Zatanrak failed to register the extra two hands on his ball gut until he heard a loud snicker. The mage was brought back to the here and now to find his twin brother teasing his pot belly.
“Dylan? What are you doing?” an exasperated Zatanrak questioned, looking over his shoulder at his brother.
“Oh, not much~ Just testing out the stress ball~” Dylan teased, squeezing Zatanrak’s plush middle.
“I’m not getting fat Dylan, its just air!” the magician huffed, a bright red hue crossing his face as he looked to Dylan’s hands. It was common knowledge among the Titans that Zatanrak and his boyfriend enjoyed delving into their belly kink, whether it be food, air, or something a little more personal, and it seemed his physique was finally starting to be affected by it. The technomage snickered and squeezed Zatanrak’s belly a little more.
“Air isn’t squishy Zatanrak...” The younger twin teased, squeezing harder and eliciting a small yelp from Zatanrak.
“That’s enough Dylan, let me go.” Zatanrak ordered, trying his hardest to regain his composure. Dylan complied, but not after getting a few more squeezes. He chuckled and fiddled with his wrist gauntlets as he spoke.
“So sorry Zatanrak, didn’t mean to distract you from your reading. By the way, the book is upside down. We all know where your attention really is.” and with that Dylan vanished, whether he teleported or turned in visible... Zatanrak would have to take that risk. With a huff the magician grabbed his book and walked to the circular couch, sitting down and resting his arms atop his gut.
“I am not getting fat... I don’t get fat.” the magician fumed, watching his arms sink a bit into his gut. A small smile crossed his face and the blush returned. Maybe it wasn’t so bad... getting softer. Jerome definitely didn’t seem to mind. With that, Zatanrak’s stomach grumbled audibly, forcing the blush to worsen.
“So, should I call your boyfriend or what?” Dylan’s voice called out, the technomage reappearing behind the couch. His reappearing was met with the spell book to the face from an irritated Zatanrak.
