Jason could very well flip Dick right now, but that he's not is telling. Dick isn't restraining him in any way, merely straddling his hips and dropping all his weight on his little brother.
Oh, and his hand is wrapped around Jason's throat.
Warnings: 18+, pseudo-incest, breathplay, incest kink, implied past underage.
Word Count: 1.5K
AO3
It's always a fight with them, but Dick likes it like that. Jason must, too, if the way he throws himself at Dick when their night's done is an indicator. Most of his bruises are from Jason's demanding mouth and grip, all in various stages of healing, but he gives as good as he gets. As many marks as he has on his body are reflected on Jason's. Maybe more. He likes the inherent statement they suggest, which is: Jason Todd is taken.
Not that he thinks his brother trusts anybody else to let them this close—not anymore, at least. He's far too prickly for that kind of vulnerability, so that he trusts Dick with himself… well, the knowledge is a bit heady.
Usually, it's a toss-up as to who takes the reins, but lately, Dick has noticed how Jason lets him win their spars. Sure, he still goes for Dick's weak spots, but when Dick purposely leaves one open, Jason doesn't take it.
It makes Dick feel… He's not entirely certain what's in his chest when Jason submits, but it's certainly not wholesome. Not that what they do can ever be classified as wholesome, not even when Jason was younger and more susceptible to kindness than roughness.
Hmm.
Now there's an idea.
Does his baby brother miss those times?
He's always been terrible at asking for what he wants, so it's up to Dick to give him what he needs.
A firm hand and well-placed praise are all that it will take for Jason to fold.
His theory is proven correct soon after when their little game begins anew. Dick isn't even trying to get the advantage, and still, Jason loses.
Jason could very well flip Dick right now, but that he's not is telling. Dick isn't restraining him in any way, merely straddling his hips and dropping all his weight on his little brother.
Oh, and his hand is wrapped around Jason's throat.
There's that, too, but it's not like Dick is applying pressure.
Yet.
His brother's chest heaves with each breath as he stares up at him with wide, sea foam eyes, the closest to the blue he remembers they will ever be. It's new to him in some ways, but this particular expression isn't, especially when he's flushed all over.
Red is undoubtedly his color; he wears it so well.
"Oh, little brother, you didn't even try tonight."
He grins down at him cruelly, the one he knows gets Jason going, and feels the way his brother's heart races from where his other hand rests upon his chest. It's cute how quick Jason is to lose his composure.
"Not going to deny it?"
Jason scowls, the one that scrunches his nose adorably. It makes him look like the boy he once was, the boy he still is. Something most people seem to forget about Jason is that he's barely entered his twenties, but never Dick, not when he gets to interact with the version of Jason that makes himself small for Dick and Dick alone.
"Why should I, when nothing I say will convince you otherwise?"
Jason attempts to sound all tough, but his words come out husky.
Dick is more than familiar with the breathlessness that comes from arousal, especially Jason's.
"It's because I know you, Jason, and I know when you throw a fight—especially one I barely put any effort into."
Jason huffs, looking away, so Dick squeezes his fingers tighter around his throat.
His brother lets out a pathetic whine, hips jerking up into Dick as his head whips back forward to stare at Dick.
"See? Why else would you let me do this if it wasn't what you wanted?"
He glides the hand that was tracing shapes into Jason's chest up to his Adam's apple, grazing it softly, and joins it with the other one.
His brother's hands remain clenched in his bedsheets and make no move to remove Dick's, just as he suspected.
"Aren't you glad I know you so well, baby bird?"
He grinds down on Jason, who makes that cute little sound again.
"That sounded like a yes to my ears."
Dick leans down, close enough for the tips of their noses to brush, and admires the smattering of freckles on the apples of Jason's cheeks and the bridge of Jason's nose. There used to be more when he was younger, but his brother has grown up to become a night owl, as all eventually do in their line of work.
He remembers how Jason would be up with the sun, helping Alfred in the mornings or stretching outside rather than indoors, simply because he could. By the time Dick was up, Jason would be curled up on an outside lounge with a book in hand. He misses those golden times and wishes he had appreciated them more as they happened. Now, he only gets similar moments in the dark of the night.
Perhaps one day in the future, Jason will let him love him in the light of day.
Leaning down further, Dick presses his lips against Jason's, who mindlessly opens his mouth to let Dick in deeper. He slips his tongue in and swipes it against his brother's blunt teeth. He'd recognize the shape of them anywhere, intimately familiar as he is with them, but especially so when he's tracing them. He wants them permanently embedded in his skin, a brand of his own choosing to declare: Dick Grayson belongs to Jason Todd.
He sinks his teeth into Jason's bottom lip, drinks down the moan he's rewarded with, and begins to rock against Jason's growing erection. It makes him aware of his own, but Jason's takes precedence. He'll have time to blow his load later, preferably inside Jason somehow, but in this moment, he wants to see Jason make a mess of himself.
"It's a shame you've grown so much, Jay," Dick comments as he sits back up just to press down with more force. "You were so little—and as light as a feather, too." He lets out a put-upon sigh, enjoying the way Jason gaps and how his eyes threaten to roll back like a perversion of the white-out lenses of their dominoes. He keeps at it for a while, heady with the knowledge that Jason is willing to trust Dick with his life in even non-combat situations.
Jason greedily takes a mouthful of air, a loud gasp as he sucks it in, when Dick lets up for a second. His hands are quick to go back to stealing it from him, though.
"I was so blind back then and didn't know how blessed I was, but I do now. You forgive me, don't you?"
Dick lets one of his hands off of Jason's throat and snakes it down Jason's torso to reach into his sweats, pulling out Jason's hard, leaking cock. He begins to stroke him and continues to keep the same amount of pressure on the fingers on the side of Jason's neck.
"'Al—ways, Dick—ie," Jason whines brokenly through Dick's hold as tears leak from the corners of his eyes.
"Of course, you do," Dick replies ruefully, thumbing Jason's frenulum. He trembles beneath him, gaping once more. He swoops down and licks his brother's tears away. Against the shell of Jason's ear, he whispers, "You've always been such a sweet thing, little wing."
Jason shudders, an aborted cry on his lips as he spills across his abdomen and Dick's hand.
He unclamps his hand from Jason's neck and uses it to stroke his cheek tenderly as his other takes a swipe from his brother's cum. He brings his sticky fingers to his mouth and sucks them clean as Jason watches with dark, half-lidded eyes, hunger in their depths. He licks his lips once he's done being a tease, shooting a smirk at Jason, who's done recovering from his post-orgasm haze.
"I didn't know you liked that nickname so much, little wing. We're going to have so much fun now that I do," Dick taunts
Apparently, that's too much for Jason because he flips their positions in a matter of moments, proving his earlier observations correct. He straddles Dick and pins his arms above his head by his wrists with a single hand, something he never could have done when he was still Robin.
Jason cuts an imposing figure above him, but the image is ruined by the halo of moonlight adorning him, streaming from the single window in his bedroom. He leans down further, and they are both enveloped in its light.
His brother kisses him, soft and sweet, as if Dick hadn't just choked and jerked him off at the same time, like he's the blushing virgin he never was. His little act works, though, at least until Jason bites Dick's lip hard enough to draw blood.
He taunts back, "That much we can agree on, big brother."
If Dick's hips buck against Jason at his words—well.
there is a version of brothers in blood that involves a lot of rape that only exists in my mind palace which is sad bc i think a lot of people would enjoy my vision. alas. i simply cannot find the words to express it.
t4t dickjay could save me….. both of them transition after jay’s death. jay doesn’t recognize dick (kitty? doe? dixie?) and obviously she has no chance of recognizing jay…. i think it could be a beautiful union
