Bruised

There were days when Jason wanted to just pick up a gun and open fire on anyone in range. And then, there were days when he only wanted to shot one specific person, such as his fucking older brother.

Yeah, right. As if they were a family. Perfect Dick Grayson didn't need a failure as a brother. He had barely tolerated Jason when he was just a street kid, so a criminal mastermind? You're not my brother, would be the punchline.

Jason dodged a dingwing – honestly – and fired his gun, once. Those things weren't good in close combat, but he had it in his hand when Nightwing had attacked him, and the sound was still startling. He grabbed Dick by the wrist as he tried to punch him and used the gun's cross to hit his face, leaving a red mark.

Dick pursed his lips, all cold disapproval. He looked so much like Bruce for a second that Jason's anger turned into rage. How dare he? Fuck, he had no fucking right!

Jason grabbed him by the collar, ready to hit. He just wanted to punch him in the face, to erase the flat line of his fucking mouth, but punching it wouldn't change anything, because Dick fucking Grayson didn't deem him worthy of his fucking time.

Jason leaned over him and bit, drawing a strangled gasp out of Dick. Jason smirked. Now, he was getting somewhere. He took the lip between his teeth and bit harder, to the blood. Dick tried to back off which only made Jason grip his shoulder and smash him against the wall, leaning on him with his entire body, taking advantage of his weight.

Nightwing's mouth was now twisting in a snarl, making Jason laugh. Dick gripped his hair and pulled, harshly, exposing Jason's throat. He started laughing louder – then Dick bit back, aiming at the soft skin right beneath his jaw, and fuck, it hurt, and Jason's whole body shuddered.

That allowed Dick to trip him, and where Jason thought he'd just walk away, Dick dropped with him, punching him in the face. Jason laughed again, then grabbed Dick's hips to have him sit right there, while Dick gripped his collar and forced a kiss on him, all teeth, no warmth lost. Jason arched into it, both because he wanted to and because he well intended to roll over.

He didn't quite manage to. Dick used gravity at his advantage to pin him to the roof – it wasn't like he was easy to unbalance in the first place. Except with words.

"Let's go to my place," Jason suggested between two kisses.

Dick froze. Jason sucked a kiss at the corner of his mouth, wishing he could see his eyes right now.

"Or do you prefer to go to the manor? It's as you prefer, really, but…"

"Shut the fuck up."

Jason smirked – and punched Dick in the face, rolling over, biting his mouth until it bruised, kissing him until Dick started panting. He wished the suit away, so he could actually put his hands around his throat and crush it.

Dick did look better with his lips swollen. Jason needed to rip the damn mask off his face. He stood, registering his own panting breath, and smirked again.

He kicked, forcing Dick to roll away, then again, until he had to actually get up to fight back. Jason laughed nastily, jumping to the next rooftop. He had him hooked and, boy, didn't that feel satisfying?

By the time they reached his nearest safehouse, they were barely pretending to chase after each other. Jason landed on the emergency stairs right outside his flat's window only seconds before Dick, who promptly pinned him to the dirty glass. Jason fought back a moan when he started to work on his throat, kicking him away instead so he could disable the alarms.

They stumbled inside, closing the curtains without bothering to turn on the light. The big neon of the sex shop from the ground floor illuminated the room with an eerie pinky light. Jason pressed the buttons, forcing Dick's suit open, scratching at the tights underneath for him to remove it more quickly.

"Get it off, damnit."

"Nhg, shut up."

He needed to see him, to bruise him, to make him as dirty as he felt. Perfect Dick Grayson, always so righteous, loved by everyone – well they should see him now. Panting, something sharp and mean in the eyes, his lips split where Jason had bitten harder. He bent to take this specific spot of Dick's lips between his, sucking on it just to feel him shudder.

"Fuck, yeah…"

Jason didn't have to trip him to make him fall on the bed; just to push and Dick willingly bent backward, arching, losing his balance willingly when Jason pushed harder.

Jason finished to peel him out of his suit, biting and sucking his skin as he uncovered it, marking it. Dick had also started getting Jason out of his own clothes, and unbuttoned his pants while Jason kicked his shoes away. He looked as ravenous as Jason felt in the dim light, gripping his waist and thigh, hard, like he wanted to punch him again.

"Yeah…"

It was more a growl than actual words; Dick's voice was hoarse. One of Jason's hands slipped to his throat, tightening around it as he fought back, arching yet trembling with need.

"Fuck."

Jason smirked. The perfect facade was breaking apart at last.

He sat up straight, and used his strength – and the element of surprise – to flip Dick on the belly. Dick gasped, then tried to lift his upper body from the mattress, but Jason pushed him back down, biting at his neck, his fingers searching the other man's hole.

Dick groaned when he found it, still trying to free himself from his grip. Thankfully, they hadn't discarded the suits, merely pushed them away; one of his pouches was lying right next to them in the bed. Jason had to stop playing for a few minutes and use his fingers to fumble after the lubricant instead, but it was definitively worth it.

Dick managed to turn his upper body, his elbow hitting Jason in the stomach.

"Fuck you, goddamnit!"

Jason slammed him back into the mattress, twisting Dick's harm to make sure he wouldn't move. Then only he went back to the man's entrance, pushing a greased finger in. Dick's teeth snapped in the air.

"You fucking little shit," he swore.

"Be a good boy and get on your knees," Jason spat, licking the back of Dick's ear.

"Fuck you!"

Jason bit his earlobe, wrapping his arm around Dick's waist to give him room to fold his legs. He felt a wave of arousal when Dick did, pushing his ass up as he kneeled, his face still crushed against the pillow. Fuck, that was… that was.

"God," Jason panted. Then he kissed his neck appraisingly. "Good."

"Just, don't stop, you… Damnit."

Jason certainly didn't intend to. He had to force himself to count how long he was taking to prepare Dick, to make sure it would be enough. Not that he seemed to mind some pain – but there was pain and then there was torn muscle. If he'd wanted to incapacitate Dick Grayson, he would have shot him in the knee instead of taking him home.

Heh. Instead of taking him, period.

"Will you stop daydreaming and fuck me?" Dick growled.

He really didn't make things easier, did he?

"If you think you can take it, big brother," Jason commented, crooking his fingers inside him.

Dick groaned, his hips jerking once without control. Fuck. The bastard was tempting, even without counting the need to make him curse. Or moan. Or both.

Jason removed his fingers, slowly. Dick made that sound with his throat, which was too soft to be a whimper yet too loud to be a breath. It took all his control not to just grab him and push his cock into his hole. Instead, he waited for Dick to swear again.

"Do you want to fuck, or just to stare?"

"I just wanted to hear you beg", Jason admitted easily, pushing in without waiting for Dick's retort.

This time, they both moaned, because, fuck. That felt good. Jason kept pushing, slowly, entering him until he was all in and felt Dick's legs tremble. He put his arm back around his waist to support him, then started moving.

"Fuck, yeah," Jason groaned, or moaned, he didn't care at this point.

Dick was moving to meet him, jerking his hips in rhythm, the muscle of his back tensing at each thrust, as if he couldn't get enough of it.

"Harder," Dick demanded, his voice raw.

Jason complied, his hand slipping from Dick's waist to grab his hip, to move him just. Like. This.

"Fuck, harder, yes…"

One of Dick's hands slipped to his cock, stroking it, while he braced himself on his opposite arm to arch into Jason's movements. The bed creaked as they rutted together, too hard to call it by any other word, gasps morphing into moans as they lost themselves in the sensations.

Dick gasped harder, his body tensing. Jason gave a few… more… thrusts… just… like…

Things went blank for a while.

Then.

Wow, was all his brain could provide.

And after a few moments, this was good. Hell, this was great.

Jason blinked at Dick's neck. The older man's body was pliant underneath his. Jason himself felt… blurry and warm and… Well. Afterglow-ish. It almost felt good enough to just lay there and…

His eyes flickered to the red marks on Dick's back. He was going to have bruises. His hip was yellowing already, five visible spots which would take the exact form of Jason's hand. Jason had – he had dirtied him. Success!

Fuck. Fuck. Why did he feel sick about it?

Jason detached himself from Dick's body, rolling away with disgust. Not of Dick; of himself. What the hell had he done? What the fuck was wrong with him that always made him want to destroy everything, everyone?

Dick moved to unfold himself, rolling on his side to face him.

"Freaking out already? I would have thought we'd have at least five minutes before that."

An uncontrollable laugh bubbled from Jason's lips. It sounded freaky.

"What, like you aren't thinking how much of a bad idea this has been."

"I'll have time for that tomorrow," Dick declared, grabbing Jason's neck to pull him into a kiss.

An actual kiss, like, mouth, tongue, almost no teeth. Then Dick did add teeth, and it felt even better. Jason found himself answering it, not quite ready to devour him once more yet wanting to. Dick was ridiculously gorgeous, and his flexibility, the way his body pressed against Jason's like a cat's, like he could melt into him… Damn him. It was hot.

"You're going to regret this tomorrow so you want more of it?"

"I don't get to make mistakes all that often."

Jason glared, actually offended at that. Dick returned him a sharp smile – this wasn't about love and butterflies, this almost-smirk reminded him. He bit its lower lip, because, fuck, that smile.

Dick rolled on him, spreading his legs to sit on Jason's thighs, and… yeah, alright, he was only human, okay?

The second time wasn't softer but it was slower. They made up for it by being more vicious, leaving scratches where they would hurt the next day, licking each other faces and biting at each other's scars.

They came just as hard.

Jason allowed himself all of five minutes to enjoy the feeling this time, lying next to Dick in the bed, not touching him but close enough to feel the warmth of his body.

With his anger melting away, however, the feeling of disgust came back twice as strong. Jason swallowed, then calmly got to his feet.

"I'm taking a shower. You'd better go back to patrol."

Dick didn't answer him. Jason headed for the shower.

When he came back, the bed was empty.

He felt the need to punch something. But his anger was gone. Now… He just felt hollow. And bruised.