The heat was all consuming. Making his body flash and sweat break out and slide down his back. Trailing over his spine and down his twisted torso to the curve of his ass. It was just so HOT.
Damian kicked off the throw that covered him as he swiped a sticky hand into his sweaty hair. He growled as he slid off the bed and toward the thermostat implanted in his wall. Something must be broken. It was hotter than the desert summers he remembered as a child.
His fingers slid over the hidden panel by the door to reveal a small glowing pad that patiently thrummed a clear number.
24. That was impossible. It was more like 110!
Damian growled as he pushed the number lower, air automatically began breezing into his room and he shuddered at the sensitivity as it ghosted over his slicked skin.
The frozen air quickly turned into damp heat that had him panting, pressing his forehead against the walls as he tried to internally cool his system with meditation, but all it did was make the rash burn under his skin rise to a sizzling inferno that literally had his fingertips prickling.
"Dammit." He hissed under his breath and slapped the panel shut. He'd have Pennyworth fix it later that day, it wasn't worth the aggravation now and he had to sleep. Patrol had been a disaster. He'd been constantly tripping over his feet and making stupid mistakes. It had gotten to the point that his father had sent him back alone to rest.
He didn't need to rest! He needed to stop feeling so damned hot! It was driving him insane.
He didn't even realize he'd been panting until he licked his lips and felt his teeth bite into his arm. He groaned. This heat-it was too hot…water…he just needed water to cool down and then he'd find another room.
He pushed himself away from the wall and it took him three tries before he grasped the door handle and pulled it open, wiping his tingling palm on his worn shorts. He hadn't bothered to remove the tight underwear that he usually wore under his Robin suit. The tightness of them digging into his skin, unrelenting, like fingernails made his stomach pull tightly low in his gut.
He shook his head. He needed to focus on getting downstairs without waking anyone…if there was anyone to wake. He didn't want his father to see him like this or he'd be banned from patrol longer than just one night. And that was unacceptable.
Which was why, he thought vaguely, as he slowly dragged himself down the modern glass and concrete staircase, that he'd chosen the old apartment in Wayne Tower that he use to share with Grayson when they'd been Batman and Robin instead of going back to the Manor.
He groaned again as he slipped down the last couple of steps to the kitchen floor and cursed as he stumbled to the cold, tiled ground.
His whole body was flushed against the marbled tiles and he let out another moan as his body arched. The fire burning beneath his skin flamed as he let out a gasp, stretching his neck backward, enjoying the pain it brought. All thoughts of water forgotten.
Everything was fire and heat and painand-oh-oh he knew what this was. Only this wasn't supposed to be happening to him. He was above this-he wasn't supposed to be this-
Another flash of heat speared up his spine and made him gasp, eyes wide and unseeing, mouth open and a voice not his own mewling like a cat in heat.
He briefly closed his eyes before the next wave took him over, his hands clenching as he tried to keep his hips from grinding against the floor.
Usually these proclivities appeared sooner-matured faster. At age 15 he'd thought he was in the clear. That his mother's genetic scheming had protected him from this. Apparently he'd been flawed or this was her way of keeping his Grandfather's hands off her precious pawn to use against her Beloved because even he wouldn't want to inhabit the body of an inferior-the breeding class-an Omega.
…
It felt like hours-years-as his body consumed itself. The inferno inside him burning and flaming until he felt like screaming or begging anyone to do anything to just relieve the heat.
Of course what started as a small heat wave had curved downward into his lower belly and settled. His thighs were tight, but also spread open as he felt himself get slick and rub at himself desperately. As infinity went by the needing just grew worse-as his head thrashed and his hands worked urgently to no success it just made the wetness between his legs grow and melt down his inner thighs-the hole beat with the thrum of his heartbeat and felt empty and needy. He needed something-anything-
His hips arched upward again in a parody of submission, begging to be taken, thrust into and beaten back with a stronger body, bent and broken, dominated.
He needed to be knotted!
A keening whine rent the air at the thought of a knot in him. Pumping and throbbing as it expanded deep inside him and stretched him to the point beyond pain.
Everything burned-he thought of hands on him, dragging his hips upwards as blunt nails dug into his waist. Being held down and plowed into-the thoughts left him a gasping mess.
As if the mind had conjured reality there was suddenly a body over his-hands fluttering over his face and neck, their heat somehow cooler than his own and he leaned into the one closest to his face. It felt strange, all slick and warm. Not skin, but he could still feel the clench of bone beneath. It was cold and that just made him burn more.
He wined and nibbled at the slickness, enjoying the tough taste on his tongue and the pull of his teeth. It was addictive. He wanted more…
A voice other than his own permeated his ears, but he was too far gone for it to make sense. He just growled when the hand pulled away and another pressed against his chest, making sure he couldn't follow.
He cried out, head shaking against the floor as he made snapping motions with his teeth at the shadow above him.
The hand pressed down harder, forcing his entire torso flat against the floor and his eyes snapped to attention.
He was big, he was shadow and he was strong.
He licked his lips. He hoped he was mean, too. He liked mean.
A smile stretched across his face as he arched his neck backwards, the lower part of his body opening wider to accommodate the shadow man.
He watched the white eyes narrow above him, the hand clenching into a fist and pressing painfully into his sternum.
Power. He gasped as his body pressed back enjoying the play of pleasure-pain. Yes, his mind whispered, make me.
The shadow man's mouth was moving beneath the sharp lines obscuring the upper half of his face, his black-blue hair dipping forward in jagged shards across his stern brow.
His sounds were angry, loud. He didn't want those sounds. He wanted gasping and biting and heat. He needed the empty feeling to go away.
He let out his own pleading sounds as his legs latched onto the shadow man and dragged him forward. His hands pressed to the ground to steady him as his lower body tipped upward to rub against the not skin. Enjoying the play of tense muscles against the wet part of him.
He was panting, saliva trickling down his lips as his dick continued to harden and the need inside him grew. It was pain. It was pleasure. It was torture and he wanted more.
The hands that held him down released him and grasped at his erratic hips, stilling his grating motions and he clawed at them, desperate to continue to his peek as his eyes rolled backward, cries wrenched from his throat.
He liked mean, but not mean like this. It wasn't fair-he needed it. The shadow man wasn't being fair. He was supposed to fuck him, knot him, not stop him.
He tried tearing at the hands holding him still, ignoring the shadow man sounds.
It didn't work, he wouldn't move anything other than his mouth and he cried out, head smacking against the tile.
Everything hurt! It was pain-he needed it to stop, wanted it to stop, but the shadow man wouldn't help him.
He smacked his head again and let out a desperate scream. Maybe another shadow man would help him, fuck him. Make this need go away. He just needed to call louder and someone would knot him!
Lips crashed into his, making his teeth clack and gasp for breath as a tongue was shoved deep into his mouth and he sucked on it, teeth scraping and lips smacking and he gave out a hitch of breath when the mouth moved down to his neck and bit.
He cried out again. Pain. Yes.
He didn't notice his legs moving, hands dragging off his slick boxers until the not hands thrust fingers into his hole, too big, too wide. His slick sliding against them as they thrust and scissored in and out.
It was tight, burning in a new way. Stretching and bending as it pulled at him and he felt warmth slide down his face and into his ears. It hurt and he was desperate for more. Knew there was more and wanted it.
The shadow man leaned over him, lips kissing up his face and onto his eyes as his sounds soothed at his ears as his fingers kept plunging into him and he added a third and he struggled not yelp.
Lips dragged against his skin, his hips rotated in hot need, legs clenching and unclenching around the shadow man's, not fingers pulled him apart and he still needed more.
The shadow man pulled back, fingers withdrawn as he pulled him forward, hips canting upwards at an almost impossible angle. He saw his penis, long and hot and hard. Thick and red. The base already swollen and slightly thicker than the rest. The knot. Throbbing. Like he was throbbing.
A ghost of almost fear rushed down him, making him shiver before it was consumed in the fire.
The shadow man hooked one of his legs around his waist, another hand placed by his head as he cupped and palmed his ass with the other. Ready. He was ready.
He felt the tip of the head dance over his hole and growled in frustration and then he thrust.
Pain. Sharp, unrelenting pain as it was forced into his body. Stretching and grating and even the slick didn't quite mask it.
His scream was swallowed by the shadow man's lips as his legs were rent open wide to accommodate him. He swallowed his tongue as his hole swallowed his throbbing member.
It seemed like eternity and no time at all before hairs tickled at his most sensitive place, sending small sensations shooting across his thighs.
He moaned. As his hips readjusted, letting the knot force into him, burning him more and he cried out in pleasure. That's what he wanted. He needed it in him.
The shadow man captured his lips again and began to move. His thrusts were a smooth glide at first, small and sharp, never withdrawing more than a few paces before being forced back in.
His fingers grasped at the shadow man's shoulders, fingers scratching at the not skin, his heels digging into the back of the man's legs begging for more. Faster. Harder. Come on!
The shadow man withdrew and then slammed back into him, making his body slide against the floor. His hands were forced to his sides, hands wrapped around his wrists, torsos forced together as the man jack-knifed into him.
He grunted as his head tipped back again to reveal his swollen gland. Begging to be bitten, begging for release as his dick dry humped between their two bodies.
Harder. Faster. He groaned, head thrashing as he was forced past pain into pleasure. It was coming, a tightening in his gut as he felt the shadow man pant into his ear. He tried to move his arms, but fingers tightened painfully on his wrists and all he could do was mewl.
Yes. He liked mean.
He howled as the shadow plunged into him harder, his back scraping against the ground and he let his legs fall open as his body throbbed, sounds forced out of his throat as pleasure tightened and he felt himself gasp as he released. His cum jumping between their two bodies, his hole grasping at the shadow's cock as he stabbed into him, shoving upwards, knot expanding to the point of pain as he released inside of him, filling him, teeth clamped around his gland to smother his sounds.
He lay there panting, enjoying the ache in his body, the large knot still throbbing inside him as small shock waves traveled up and down his spine.
He knew it wasn't over. It was just the beginning.