Congrats on the 200!!! *jumps up and down and big hugs* You are worth every tears ;) As for the Prompt-a-thon argh! Choices! Ok*breathes* Option 2: I'll take possessive older men (Roman, Ra's, Slade and or Bruce) wanting to keep the Robin harem to themselves. With a fantasy verse (merfolk, vamps, weres) with a side of sass pretty please.
Thank you so much!
I loved this. I went a slightly different direction but I think you’ll like it. And I wanted to write so much more! It was very hard to control myself and I still did a terrible job of keeping things brief. Also, while Bruce is a tiny bit sassy, I don’t think I quite got it in there the way you asked for. I’m sorry. I just ran out of space.
200 Followers Celebratory Prompt-A-Thon
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Vampire!Bruce/robinpile referenced, Demon!Ra’s/Tim, Dragon!Slade/Dick, Lich!Roman/Jay
Words: 904 (making that 500 limit I tried to set look like a ridiculous pipe dream)
Rating: Mature (slavery; I say ‘cock’ and ‘fuck into’ exactly once apiece)
“Excuse me?” Bruce snarls, putting his fangs on display.
The hubris of their ‘request’ is unprecedented. But even asthe rage boils deep in his chest, Bruce knows his options are limited. Allthree of these men are older than him, powerful and dangerous leaders of theirrace. And while he’s fought them off successfully in the past, together, unitedas they seem to be, they would end him easily. Then there would be nothing tostop them.
“You heard perfectly,” the demon, Ra’s al Ghul, drawls darkly,“Surely you see the folly in denying us.”
The other two ‘men’ smirk and Bruce scowls at the unlikelyalliance. He grips the three titanium chains tighter as he stands and moves awayfrom his throne, brushing past the beautiful human pets he keeps leashed by hisside to sate his blood lust. And his general lust.
The objects of the other creatures desires.
As he closes the space between them Bruce feels the heatradiate off Slade to his right only to be lost in the black hole of icy coldsurrounding Roman on his left. The dragon and the lich are natural enemies. Thatthey stand before him, joined by envy, is a testament to the demon’s powers of persuasion.
Bruce ignores them, focuses on Ra’s. They’d been alliesonce, centuries ago. Now the demon makes regular attempts to steal Gotham fromhim, as though the haven for vampires Bruce built could be so easily acquired.
“Are you threatening me?” he says, his voice the low rumbleof an earthquake.
“Was I too subtle about it?” Ra’s retorts, smilingviciously, “If you don’t give us what we’ve asked for, we’ll kill you and takeit anyway.”
He doesn’t see a way out and ultimately, no human is worthdying for.
Some humans have a presence, an aura that is alluring to thesupernatural. Bruce knew he was being greedy, keeping three of the most temptingspecimens in his thrall. He’d known someone would come sniffing after themeventually.
Bruce glances back at the boys. All dark haired, glazed eyesvarious shades of blue, pouty lips parted. He likes them simply attired,nothing gaudy or flashy. They each wear slave cuffs around their wrists andankles, connected by a long chains that allow them to move but are a reminderof their place at the Vampire king’s feet, should they ever come out from underhis spell enough to question it. The metal leashes in Bruce’s hand are attachedto a collar at each boy’s throat the same shade as the gauzy, shear skirtsslung low on their hips, in the color that flatters each most.
The oldest, Dick, long and lean and draped in sky blue, isthe one the dragon’s had his eye on since the boy was a child. The second, Jason,taller and broader than his older ‘brother’, wears red the same bright, angryhue as the glowing, deep set, embers of eyes in the skeletal, black mask thatpasses for Roman’s face. Tim, the youngest, small, slight, and delicate in asoft, sunny, yellow had caught Ra’s’s fancy not long after Bruce had… procured himfrom a rival vampire lord.
He turns to face the insurgence before jerking the leads, causingthe boys to stumble off the dais, and storming off to the door that leads tothe harem chambers.
“One night,” he growls, knowing they’re following, “You’llnot wander from their room.”
Then he spins on his heels andshoves a finger in the lich’s face, “And nopermanent damage.”
This is going much better than Ra’s thought it would, ifhe’s honest with himself.
He expected Slade and Roman to be at each other’s throatsbut they seem to have forgotten the other exists while they worry at far moreenticing throats. Slade sinking his sharp teeth into the blue one’s neck, drawingout pained whimpers while Roman’s icy grasp squeezes the red one, wet chokingsounds audible over dark chuckles, as the dragon and the lich fuck into theirprizes with careless abandon.
Ra’s keeps one eye on the others, in part to make sure theydon’t damage Bruce’s property too badly, and in part because their needyviolence makes him even harder. Even if his own preference is far less…brutish.
And he admires the way the moisture flees the blue one inthe face of the dragon’s heat, lips dry and cracking even as his body isdrenched in sweat; the way the red one shivers uncontrollably, his form takingon a slight blueish tint that almost matches his brothers now discarded garment,as the lich absorbs all the heat in the immediate vicinity.
Both sights are lovely, but neither is as mouth watering asthe bruises blooming on the pale skin of the narrow waist beneath him. Ra’sallows a small tendril of his consciousness to take up residence in the littleone’s mind, sees the compliance and expectation as he pulls the yellow one ontohis cock, enjoying the way the boy’s eyes roll back and the soft moan thatpasses red, bitten, lips.
That’s the one good thing about vampires. These boys havebeen bred and trained for this, and no one does learned compulsion better thanthe bloodsuckers.
He looks around the room at his companions one more time andgrins.
No. One night will not be satisfying any of them.