Have you ever had that inner turmoil when you have characters that could be out in several categories and you don't know which one to put the story in? This story could go in any of the Batman categories or JLA or Young Justice (even though Damian isn't in YJ)
So this category isn't a x over, it just fits in multiple categories.
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This was wrong. This was so wrong.
Damian wrapped his arms around his brother's neck and desperately deepened the kiss.
He's twelve. You're 26. This was so, so wrong.
Dick ignored the nagging voice in his head as he wrapped his arms around Damian.
Damian grinned in triumph as Dick moaned quietly. He wrapped his legs around his brothers waist, forcing Dick to put his hand on Damian's rear to keep him up.
Dick knew this was wrong. He was glad Alfred was in England with family and wasn't here to see this.
They were in the batcave. Moans and squeeks and the sounds of lips smacking together echoed off every wall.
Damian knew his plan was working. Seduce Dick and trick him into loving him. Dick was too set on right and wrong to let Damian be anything more than a brother or partner.
Dick cried out quietly when Damian bit hard on his tongue.
Damian smirked when he tasted the coppery substance in his mouth.
Dick groweld. He'd had enough. He pushed Damian off, letting him hit the floor.
Damian yelped when he hit the hard floor of the batcave. Well, two can play at that game, Grayson.
"W-What was that for?" Damian asked in a quiet voice.
"You're too damn stubborn!" Dick said angrly. "What do you not get about we can't be together?"
Damian willed his bottom lip to tremble cutely. "You did-did not have to hurt me..." He whimpered. "Why did you drop me?" Damian asked, tears flowing down his cheeks.
Dick sighed. Shit. "Damian..." Dick kneeled infront of him. "Don't cry..."
"It is not fair." Damian whimpered.
Dick sighed and pulled Damian against his chest.
Damian smirked into Dick's chest. He put his hands on Dick's chest, cupping his pectorals.
"Damian-"
"Remain quiet, Grayson." Damian snapped and squeezed Dick's chest.
"Damian..." Dick sighed and let Damian wrap his legs around his waist.
"What?" Damian asked, biting Dick's ear.
"You...have one night to try to convince me." He said quietly, putting his hands on Damian's shoulders.
Damian's eyes widened. "Really?" He asked as he looked at Dick.
"Yes." Dick sighed.
Damian smiled and crashed their lips together. He forced his tongue into Dick's mouth.
Dick kissed Damian back, wrapping his arms around his back and pulling them chest to chest.
Damian moaned loudly, making himself sound as young as possible.
Dick groaned quietly and bit Damian's bottom lip.
Damian moaned again, he grasped Dick's hands and rested them on his rear.
Dick took the hint and started to squeeze and rub Damian's butt through his Robin costume.
This is bad. Dick thought. This is very bad.
Damian unclipped the belt from Dick's hips and tossed it aside. He then took off his own belt and threw it some where else.
Dick broke lip contact and looked at Damian.
Damian was panting, mixed saliva dripping from his lips and onto his chin.
Dick leaned forward and licked the saliva off of Damian's face.
Damian closed his eyes and enjoyed the feeling of Dick's tongue on his skin. When Dick pulled away, Damian gently took off his mask. He then took off his own and set them down on the ground.
Blue eyes met blue eyes, each pair tired and lustful.
Damian smiled shyly and kissed Dick lovingly on the cheek.
Dick stomach felt cold. Damian didn't actually like him, did he?
Damian started ravishing Dick's neck and pushing his bottom onto Dick's hands. He unwrapped his legs from Dick's hips. He stood on his knees with one beside Dick and the other in-between Dick's legs.
Dick gasped when Damian's knee rubbed his man hood. "Dami..." He moaned, arching his back.
For a twelve year old, Damian sure knew what he was doing.
"Shh..." Damian said as he firmly rubbed his knee into Dick's crotch. "Do not speak, brother." He said softly, lowering his knee to rub Dick enterance.
Dick moaned again and ran his finger up and down the crease of Damian's butt.
Damian took Dick's other hand and put it on his crotch. He held Dick's hand as it rested on his privates.
Dick felt that Damian had put his hand on something warm and lumpy. A few moments later he realized what it was.
You're a child molester. He thought to himself as he squeezed Damian's small bundle.
Damian yelped and wrapped his arms around Dick's neck. "B-Brother..." Damian moaned. "M-Make me cum..." He said quietly.
Dick nodded and pulled and groped at Damian's crotch.
Child molester.
Dick shut his eyes tightly as Damian started rolling his hips into his hand.
Damian was moaning and panting. He rolled his hips harder as he built up. He had only experienced this a few times before.
Damian screamed as he came in his underwear. His knees wobbled as he fell onto his side infront of a flushed Dick.
Both were panting heavily.
"Dami?" Dick asked.
"Yes, brother?" Damian asked as he sat up.
"Do you love me?" Dick asked as Damian crawled into his lap.
"Of course." Damian smiled at his brother. "We should clean up before father comes home."
"Too late." Batman said, standing infront of the batcave enterance.
"Shit..." Dick said as he stood up, pulling Damian up as well.
"Father-" Damian said but was cut off.
"Save it." Batman growled, glaring at Dick.
"Bruce, its not what it looks-"
"Its exactly what it looks like."