Caption: Bruce dreams about Dick. Some are bad while others are good. And sometimes they're just too painful.
Me: *out cold and drooling on the floor*
Read on!
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Moans can be heard in the silence of the Wayne manor as two people enact their sexual need for each other. Behind the large double door of the main bedroom a light rustling noise sounds. Clothes are slowly being removed with gentle care. Dick sighs in content letting the large hands of his mentor undress his withering yet willing body.
Happy,
At ease,
Contented with their position.
Bruce grunts in concentration as he slips off the smaller males pants. The older of the two didn't know why he was doing this or why Dick looked so trustingly at him. He didn't even realize he had his hand down his eldest foster sons boxers as his mouth ravished the soft pink lips and his fingers grasped the heated member hidden inside flimsy material.
Pure,
Untouched,
Willing to do anything.
All he did realize was that Dicks mouth tasted sweet like chocolate, lips felt oh so soft and that his little moans made him hunger for more. Bruce dives deeper into this sin he's caused forcing Dick to beg for what he needs. He stops the hand on the younger's member. Dick cants upwards mewling and whining for the billionaire to touch him. He say words like, "don't stop, why did you stop" or "oh please please let me come" followed by "I need you so much". Bruce mentally consumes those pleas like the finest meal he's ever tasted.
To please,
To claim,
To...violate and dirty.
Bruce forces his tongue deeper into the heated kiss he started. Dick kisses him back fiercely and his hand now moving faster over the younger males erection. Dick doesn't protest, completely compliant and letting the older dominate him wholly. Moans of pleasure leave his bruised lips as he opens his legs wider when commanded to. He's giving himself over to Bruce with no doubt in his mind whatsoever and the billionaire loves this fact.
Obedient,
Loyal,
Compliant to every whim.
"Bruce." Dick whispers, breaking their umpteenth kiss. His light blue eyes seem so beautiful in the moonlight.
Bruce inwardly swoons at their beauty. "Yes Dick?"
"I lov-"
The billionaire shoots up from the bed like a bolt of lightning. He pants and washes a hand over his face as he shuts his eyes tightly. He then opens them. Now looking around he notices that he's alone...like always. There's never anyone at the manor anymore after Dick left. Bruce doesn't even see Alfred half of the time, since the butler goes out of his way to to avoid the billionaire. Bruce doesn't blame him, but obviously he blames himself.
'If only I kept a better grasp on him. Why did I let go?' Is what he repeats over and over again only to quickly discard it afterwards. He has no right to own Dick let alone dream about their last encounter before he ruined their relationship for good.
Tarnished,
Destroyed,
Ruined beyond repair.
It's all his own fault. He ruined everything. Dick hates every fiber of his being now and he's sure of it. There's no way to fix it. How would he even fix it? Dick's gone and only god knows where the acrobat is.
Dick's never coming back.
Why would he, when Bruce denied his love.
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