Sufficient Solutions
Written for @omegatimweek2025 day 5, @omegadamiweek2025 day 2, and @timdamiweekofficial day 1
AO3 Fandom: Batman All Media Types Rating: Explicit Warnings: Underage Sex Relationship: Tim Drake/Damian Wayne Characters: Tim Drake, Damian Wayne Tags: omegatimweek2025, omegadamiweek2025, timdamiweek2025, breeding kink, incest kink, pseudo-incest, sex pollen, trapped in a closet, alpha/omega/beta dynamics, nontraditional alpha/omega/beta dynamics, omega Tim Drake, omega Damian Wayne, consensual underage sex, talks about consent, no beta we die like Jason Todd, POV Third Person
Summary: Tim and Damian are currently stuck in a tiny closet in a smuggler's warehouse. It should be easy for Tim to twist himself to pick the lock on the door behind him, except he's been dosed with the sex pollen the smugglers are transporting. The two omegas quickly realize there's only one solution.
A/N: Shhh, this isn't late what are you talking about.
I really wanted to get this out yesterday so I could say I posted two fics in one day, but alas time was not on my side. I'm still glad I was able finish both fics for this day that I wanted. I don't know how I feel about this one. It took me a couple tries to finish, and I kind of rushed through the smut itself to get it finished. I don't think it's my best work, but I hope you all enjoy it all the same.
Omega Tim Day 5 Mint: Breeding kink | Soul-mate | Omega keeps coming because of knot
Omega Dami Day 2 Snowed-In: Arranged Marriage | Culture Shock | Incest (kink)
TimDami Day 1 Sex pollen | trapped together
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"Drake, this is entirely your fault." Damian snarls into Tim's ear. Tim huffs, ignoring the heat flooding his body in favor of snapping back at the boy.
"My fault? How is this my fault? You're the one who went against orders!"
"Because your orders were inefficient! I found a better solution and acted accordingly."
"Better solution my ass. We wouldn't be in this situation if you had just listened for once in your goddamn life!" Tim shifts slightly in the small space to try and prove his point, only to regret it as even just the friction of his pants sends a spark shooting through him.
Luckily, Damian doesn't notice as he continues. "I will not stoop so low as to listen to the likes of you."
"Listening to me would have prevented this whole fucking-" Tim cuts himself off suddenly, focusing on the sounds of footsteps growing closer to their location. Damian doesn't seem to hear them, the young omega too focused on getting in the last word.
"If I had listened to you, surely we-" Tim rushes to cover Damian's mouth, ignoring the teen's protests as the steps seem to stop near the closet they are currently squished in. He also tries to ignore the heat of the boy's skin through his glove. It's tense, and Damian finally seems to realize the situation as he quiets down to listen. Tim removes his hand when he's sure Damian won't get loud again.
"It looks like they're gone." A muffled voice speaks. There's a sound of agreement from another person.
"Yeah, but knowing those damn bats, they ain't gonna be gone for long. And they're bound to bring reinforcements."
"Tell the boys to pack up and relocate, I want us long gone 'fore they return."
"Where we sendin' everything?"
"Tell 'em to bring the shipment to our 34th street building. It's the most secure one we got."
"Can do." The footsteps split up, one rushing back the way they came and the other continuing where they were going. Tim and Damian remain quiet, even after the echoing steps fade and eventually disappear. Finally, after another few minutes, Tim speaks.
"Well, at least we know where they're taking their supply," he sighs.
"If we hurry up, we will not need to know where they're taking it." Damian growls. "Surely we can catch up to some lowlife thugs."
Tim feels the heat inside of him growing hotter, feels himself starting to grow wet with slick, and knows for certain that won't be the case. But before he can voice any of his thoughts, Damian is trying to squirm towards the door to the closet.
"What are you doing?" Tim doesn't squeak, per-say, but it's a close thing.
"I am trying to exit this godforsaken closet in order to pursue our enemies. So if you could move out of the way…" Damian pushes against Tim to try and squeeze past him, but there's not enough room for him to get by. All he succeeds in doing is pushing himself closer to Tim, causing them to become flush chest to chest. Tim has to hold back a groan at the feeling of someone so close to him. "Drake. Move this instant."
"Don't you think," Tim grits out through the cramps that are starting to pulse through his stomach, "that I would have already if I could?"
"Well then, open the door this instant and let us go."
"It's locked, asshole."
Damian scoffs. "If a mere lock is enough to stop you, you really are not worthy of your titles after all."
"Listen here you little shit-" another cramp pulses through Tim, a gush of slick leaking out of his entrance. Damian narrows his eyes.
"What is wrong with you? Clearly, it is not just the lock preventing you from opening this door."
Tim only groans, curling into himself a bit at the pain. Damian stares at him for another moment before the realization hits.
"Drake? Were you hit with that pollen those goons are shipping?" Damian's frown turns into a glare. "And you dared to trap yourself in such small quarters with me anyway?"
"I didn't realize I'd been hit until we were already in here. I had hoped we'd be able to get out of here quickly so I could take care of it."
"But you do not have the steadiness to pick a lock at the moment, and I cannot reach it properly." Damian concludes. Tim simply nods. Damian seems to think it over for a moment. "The pollen is a simple heat replicator, yes?"
Tim nods again, but instead of continuing his thought process, Damian simply nods his own head and moves his hand. Tim doesn't realize where it's heading until it's too late. He gasps as Damian presses his hand into Tim's crotch through his tights.
"Damian?" Tim sputters. "What the hell are you doing?"
"Isn't it obvious?" Damian asks, too casual for someone who is currently grinding their palm into someone's crotch. "If the pollen replicates a heat, then the best way to counteract it enough to leave is for you to ejaculate. I am merely speeding things along."
Tim snatches Damian's hand away. "You can't just touch someone without asking, Damian. It's called consent."
"You were likely to reject my solution. But as it is the best course of action I decided to forgo asking in order to get quicker results."
Tim groans, exasperated. He leans his head back to stare exasperatedly at the ceiling. "Damian, you cannot keep doing that. Especially for something like this. It's bad enough when you do it in the field, but when it comes to something like consent it is not an option to ignore it."
"But-"
Tim cuts off his protest. "Damian. I don't care if it's the 'best course of action' or whatever. You do not ignore consent. Do you understand?" Tim stares him down, trying to convey just how important this lesson is with his expression. Damian stares back, gaze turning uncertain in the heat of Tim's glare.
Finally, he nods.
"Good," Tim sighs. He thinks over their situation for a moment, trying to see if there is anything they can do. Except… his brain keeps falling back on Damian's plan. The younger omega is not wrong in his conclusion. Their best bet is likely helping to stave off the heat enough for them to get out of this closet. And it would probably be more efficient if someone else helps.
Tim groans. "Damn it, you're probably right though." As much as he hates to admit it.
Damian looks like he wants to be smug, but is instead a little confused. "What are you saying Drake?"
"I mean, it's probably best to stave off the pseudo-heat, and another person is likely to help tamper it more than if I did it myself."
"Tch. I told you so." Damian snarks, although Tim can see the hesitation in his eyes. They flicker down quickly before looking back up at Tim. Tim wants to give a fond smile, but holds it back lest Damian grow huffy.
"This is me giving my consent, Dami," Tim says softly. "You can touch me. Unless you'd actually rather me do it myself?"
"I can do it," Damian snaps. He still doesn't move. His hesitation is cute, in its own way. When he was in charge, Damian had been full steam ahead, but now that Tim has taken over and brought attention to Damian's actions, the boy is overly cautious.
Tim realizes he still has Damian's wrist in his grasp and decides to make the first move. He leads the hand down to settle where it had been previously. Damian jolts suddenly at the feeling under his palm. Tim's almost certain he's starting to soak through his uniform from the precum of his cocklet alone. If Damian were to reach down further, Tim would probably soak the younger omega's hand in slick even through the fabric.
Damian hesitantly grinds his hand into the bulge of Tim's cocklet, drawing a groan out of him. Growing more confident in his movements, Damian squeezes Tim, playing with his leaking tip through the fabric. Tim can't help the noises that spill from his lips at the feeling. He leans his head to rest on the door behind him to steady himself as Damian continues to stoke him.
"Dami," Tim pants out as the boy reaches below his cocklet to press against his clothed lips. That must give Damian the courage to press his fingers in, simulating pressing in through the tights. "Dami, please."
"What is it you need, Drake?" Damian asks, voice low and husky. Tim is shocked by how hot he finds the sound.
Instead of answering, Tim reaches down to disarm the security of his suit and pull the tights down. It leaves him in his skin tight underwear, leaving nothing to the imagination as the soaked garment clings to his wet cunt.
Damian's breath hitches at the sight. He looks into Tim's eyes, his gaze asking for permission. Tim nods and that's all it takes for the boy to reach his hand underneath the waistband and grab hold of Tim's cocklet. Tim whines until Damian starts moving. And fuck, does Damian know what he's doing. Tim's not sure if it's from being a fellow omega, or from pleasing other omegas before, but Damian knows exactly how to handle Tim to make him see stars from just his cocklet alone.
With the skilled hand and the pollen running through Tim's veins, it's not long before Tim feels himself reaching his peak.
"Dami- fuck, Dami I'm getting close."
"Then what are you waiting for, Drake? Permission? Cum already."
At those words, Tim does. With a moan, Tim feels himself spill into Damian's hand, his slit squirting slick into his underwear at the same time. Damian works him through it, continuing to pump his hand on Tim's cocklet until the first hints of overstimulation start to hit.
"So?" Damian asks as he pulls his hand out of Tim's underwear. He stares at the cum covering the appendage, as opposed to meeting Tim's eyes. "Are you feeling well enough for us to leave now?"
Tim wishes that were the case. Wishes that one orgasm could have staved the continuous heat growing hotter and hotter within him. Instead, another cramp already rushes through him, forcing him to grunt in pain.
"I don't…" another cramp and another grunt, "think that's gonna be enough."
Damian frowns. "What else are we to do then?"
"You're the one who thought your oh-so-flawless plan would work. Surely you can think of something else now that it hasn't?"
Damian growls at the jab, but seems to seriously consider their options. "A heat is meant for breeding, so simulating being bred is likely the best way to satisfy this pollen. Although, seeing how normal ejaculation did not provide any relief, it is also possible that this pollen requires outside pheromones. Considering we cannot remove our scent blockers right now, the best course of action would be…" Damian trails off.
Normally, Tim would have been able to follow Damian's thought process without issue. But the pollen is slowly overtaking Tim's own ability to think, and he can't seem to figure out where Damian is going with this.
"What?" He snaps, just before another cramp hits him. The cramps are more frequent and more intense, and Tim wonders what will happen if they don't satisfy this pollen quick enough.
"Timothy." Damian says, and the fog in Tim's head clears slightly at the use of his first name. "Our best course of action would be for me to penetrate you."
Tim's body sings at the prospect, but his head is clear enough for him to recognize exactly what Damian is suggesting. "Dami, you don't have to do that. We could-"
"With all variables involved, there is no guarantee any other solution would work efficiently." Damian snaps. "We don't have the time to test each variable individually. This tests as many possibilities as we can at once with the restraints we have. It is the most efficient solution." Damian pauses for a moment before adding on. "Do I have your consent?"
Tim wants to feel pride at the little bit of growth needed for Damian to ask that, but the circumstances surrounding it stops him. "Damian, I'm more worried about your consent. You don't have to do this just because you think you have to. We'll find another way if this is asking too much. Hell, I'd rather remove our blockers and risk our identities than force you to do this."
"That will be unnecessary." Damian replies decisively. His next words come out after a slight hesitation. "I… do not mind helping you in this way."
Tim doesn't know how to process that. Not just Damian's words themselves, but the expression he wears as he says them. The boy is avoiding Tim's eyes as a dark blush forms on his cheeks. Tim doesn't recall ever seeing the boy look this… self-conscious before. Insecure, even.
Tim feels his slit drip fresh slick at the sight of the boy. He knows he needs to tread carefully here though, despite how much he wants to just go with it and ravish the boy in front of him. He takes what little time he can to think over the suggestion carefully, trying to remain objective through the pollen inside of him screaming to let the younger omega breed penetrate him.
There are only so many things the pollen can detect biologically that can also be used as a means of flushing it out. Damian is right that the most likely candidates are pheromones and penetration. But would the pollen really be able to differentiate between an orgasm caused by penetration versus cocklet stimulation? If Tim had to guess, the pollen likely has some sort of ability to bond with pheromones that could help break down the pollen.
There are two ways they can do that. Either take off Damian's scent blockers and risk his identity being exposed, or interacting with Damian's currently unblocked sex pheromones. The second option would also allow them to test the penetration theory, on the off-chance that is actually the real answer.
Logically, Tim knows it's the best solution given their time constraint. Physically, Tim's body is craving that solution as well. But mentally… Tim is not as opposed to the idea as he knows he should be.
"Ok," he finds himself saying. "If you're absolutely sure, then I suppose it really is our best chance of getting out of here."
The look of absolute happiness that shows for a brief moment on Damian's face catches Tim off guard. But before he can examine it too closely, the expression is gone just as fast as it arrived.
"I wouldn't have suggested it if I wasn't sure," the boy replies instead, his voice carefully even. Tim waits for Damian to take that as an invitation to start doing… something. Instead, the two of them just stand there staring at each other. It seems like just like before, now that Damian has been given explicit permission to do what he said he would, he's gotten cold feet.
Once again, Tim can't help but find the hesitance of the usually headstrong omega adorable. He also knows he's going to have to take charge of this situation if they want to actually get things done.
Tim places a hand gently on Damian's cheek. The boys eyes widen at the contact. "Dami, can I touch you?"
"W-what?" Damian sputters, and Tim has the sudden urge to kiss the shock off of the boy's face… The thought comes from out of nowhere, and Tim does not have time to unpack it right now. It must be the pollen, he decides before promptly pushing the thought away. "I am not the one who needs assistance here, Drake. Why would you need to touch me?"
Tim smiles fondly at the boy's apparent lack of experience in this department. There goes Tim's theory of Damian touching other omegas before.
"Dami," he states gently, "we need to make sure you're prepared as much as I am." He pauses, before adding, "besides, if we're doing this I want you to enjoy it as much as you can given the circumstances."
"My pleasure is hardly important-" Damian starts and Tim decides fuck it and shuts the boy up. He uses his grip on the boy's cheek to angle their lips to meet. Damian makes a noise of surprise, his eyes widening once more. But he doesn't pull away, doesn't yell or hit Tim like Tim almost expects.
Instead, the boy melts into the kiss, returning it enthusiastically. His hands land on Tim's hips, and Tim doesn't actually mind the touch like he feels he should. As they kiss, Tim moves his free hand lower, pressing a testing palm over Damian's crotch. He's shocked to find the boy's cocklet hard underneath his touch.
He pulls away from the kiss to get a look at the younger omega's face. His eyes are half lidded, and that dark blush has made a return on his cheeks. The sight sends another wave a slick rushing out of Tim. He leans back in, pulling the boy closer to start devouring his mouth.
Tim doesn't waste any more time, moving his hand from Damian's crotch to his waistband. Reaching in, he takes grasp of the cocklet inside. He gives it a few strokes before he realizes something. The cocklet is wet. Far wetter than it should be from pre-cum alone. Reaching behind the cocklet, Tim rubs a finger over Damian's slit and freezes. Its fucking drenched. Perhaps as much as Tim's own is.
He pulls back from the kiss. "Damian, are you sure you weren't hit with the pollen as well?"
"Of course I am!" Damian replies, but he refuses to meet Tim's eyes. It doesn't feel like he's lying, though. More like he's embarrassed by the admission. Embarrassed by the fact that he's this wet despite not being dosed…
Tim's eyes widen. "You… want this, don't you?"
Damian's eyes dart back to Tim's swiftly, not caring to hide the sheer panic in his expression.
"Does the idea of breeding me turn you on this much?" At his words, Damian's breath hitches and Tim knows he's right on the money… Not that he has anything to say with the way his walls clench at the thought. He decides to test further by adding, "You want to breed your big brother, Dami?"
Even without the scent of arousal in the air, Tim knows just how much the words affect the younger omega. He feels Damian's slit flutter against his fingers, his cocklet twitch between their bodies, his breath pick up in his chest. And the thing is? Tim can feel himself being just as affected.
"Fuck, Dami," Tim groans, pulling Damian's tights and underwear down in one swift motion. They're now both completely bottomless. The lack of space means they're both still right next to each other, with the leaking tips of their cocklets pressed together between their bodies.
Tim maneuvers himself so that Damian's cocklet is pressed against his folds. He wraps one of his legs around Damian's waist to pull him close.
"Drake, shouldn't we stretch you first?" Damian voice is slightly high pitched at the question.
"I don't need it," Tim replies. And it's only half a lie. Damian's cocklet is not nearly as big as some other things Tim's had inside of him, and the pollen is definitely making him slick enough to ease it in. Even still, Tim probably should stretch himself properly. But between the pollen and the realization of how much Damian wants this, Tim doesn't think he can wait much longer to have the omega inside of him.
Without another word, Tim is pressing closer to Damian, allowing the cocklet to slip inside of him. They both groan low at the feeling. Tim takes control completely, pushing until their hips meet and the cocklet is fully inside of him. Then he starts to move, pulling back as much as he can with the little space he's given before slamming himself back onto the cocklet.
They're both moaning at the feeling, and Tim presses his lips to Damian's to try and quiet the sounds. It's less of a kiss, really, and more of them just panting into each other's mouths as Tim steadily fucks himself onto Damian's cocklet.
"Fuck," Tim whispers into Damian's mouth, "fuck, you feel so good. I'm not gonna last long. I need you to fill me, Dami. Breed me full of your pups."
Damian moans at that, and then he's thrusting his hips in time with Tim. The slick sound of their bodies fills the little closet, and Tim has just enough brain capacity to hope no one can hear them right now.
"Timothy, I'm going to cum," Damian gets out, and the sound of Damian saying his first name is what does it for him. Tim is cumming with a low groan, his hips stuttering and his walls clenching deliciously down onto the cocklet inside.
Damian takes control then, continuing his thrusts even as Tim's climax overtakes him and he halts his own movement. Tim lets it happen, lets Damian continue to fuck into his cunt with great enthusiasm. The pollen and overstimulation has Tim cumming again before he's even come down from the last one. It's that that has Damian cumming as well.
The feeling of Damian's cum, as little as it is, is indescribable. Tim wants to say that's just the pollen running it's course, finally easing the heat that's been burning inside of him, but he knows that would be a lie. No, it's the fact that it's Damian, his little brother's cum that has him moaning at the feeling of it seeping deep inside of him.
Damian doesn't pull away immediately, instead laying his head on Tim's shoulder without care. Tim reaches a hand up to card through the boy's hair.
"You good, Dami?"
"Of course," Damian huffs, but it lacks any real bite. "The real question is, how are you feeling?"
"It definitely worked. Not sure which part, but I can feel the pollen's effects fading."
"That's… sufficient, I suppose," Damian responds, his voice carefully neutral.
"You know we're going to have to talk about this, right?"
Damian huffs, "perhaps that can wait until after we are out of the smuggler's closet?"
Tim snorts, "Fair enough. Let me see if I can get this lock now."
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End notes: Why does this building have a closet this small? For porn reasons, obviously. Don't look too closely into it, geez.
Also don't mind Tim's scientific rambles in the middle of the scene. Chalk it up to him being a nerd, ig.
Like I said, I don't really know how I feel about this or really what to say, so I won't keep talking.
I will say that while I have ideas, I don't have any more fics that I've started for these three weeks. So, if I end up posting anything else this week, Yay! If not, oh well.
If there's any errors, feel free to say in the comments. Or if you just want to talk. I may not respond, but know I read and appreciate every single one.
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