TLWTD 1

hannigramcracker, TimmyJaybird, credit to you two, I hope you don't mind… Happy Birthday?

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Don't kill me! XC I hope I did it justice, I'm just gonna give people the name of your story so you're not angry with me.

The name of their story is 'Umbilical Noose'.

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Anyways, hello my little blue birds

I give to you my new story and my OTPS OF LIFE!

I had so much fun writing this so far and this is for everyone out there who stuck by me, Thank you! I will be slow to update this because I want to perfect this story with no typos, the effort of going through my others and just fixing typos... BORING!

Anyways sit back, relax and…

ENJOY!

Dick groaned, a broken sound escaping, again and again, through his gritted, pearl teeth as he was jerk forward, the sheer force behind Bruce's powerful thrust enough to have Dick's face nearly falling into the pillows. His hands on Dick's hips were harsh, digging would-be bruises into the young man's hips, holding like he wanted to keep Dick in place, like a vice, holding like he would rather break him above all other things. Wanting to show him who was in control, who the Alpha was, his dominant role.

Dick pushed back subconsciously, because he always did. Pushed back to meet each satisfying thrust as he panted, his body on fire beneath his skin with each touch of Bruce. Bruce always did that to him- burned him, leaving a trail of fire as he kissed Dick from his neck down to his chest. Scorch marks singeing his skin, but, increasing his lust. All of his nerves dying until Bruce brought them back to life with his presence, each touch, each stare, each whisper in his ear.

Bruce leaned over him, boxing Dick in. He was groaning near Dick's ear, wordless sounds that made him seem like a demon, like a god, like a hell beast and everything Dick had ever wanted. Losing the sanity and control he usually had, being stripped away with just one look of Dick underneath him. All. His.

For these few precious moments, he could prove it.

"Bruce," he moaned out, hands clutching at the sheets. He wanted to touch himself, wanted a hand around his cock- but Dick was sure if he tried to move, Bruce would remove his hand, wanting Dick to wait and crave it even more, watching him go crazy with his dark, blue eyes, eyes so full of demand and authority. Sex with Bruce was always like that- he had to hold on and show he could last.

Or he'd be lost.

Bruce straightened back up, and suddenly he was pulling out. Dick whined, felt wetness on his thighs- his own excitement, enthusiasm, as Dick flipped him over. His back landed with a gentle thud against the mattress, his body bouncing once before Bruce was back, between his legs, pulling his dark thighs apart, running his calloused hands up and down them, and driving back into him. Dick nearly screamed, kiss-swollen red lips falling open as his head tipped back, his mouth opening slightly, panting. Bruce's hands braced in the pillows, on either side of his head, as he loomed over, his cock shoving so fast and hard into Dick's body that Dick couldn't form a single thought. None whatsoever.

Other than Bruce's name, that is…

Bruce bowed down, nuzzled Dick's neck, breathing in his overly sweet scent and exhaling a shaking, weak breath. Dick got his legs around his waist, clung tightly as he reached up, dug his nails into Bruce's shoulder blades. He could leave bruises too, marks for Bruce to see later.

Marks to remind Bruce how weak he was- marks that Dick knew always made Bruce hate himself, a bit more, even if that was never the intention. There was no way of convincing him otherwise, he always punished himself, like he forgot that Dick was willing to love him and that they were in a relationship. It always happened after they would sleep together. Why Dick out himself through this, he didn't now. He always went crawling back to Bruce.

"Bruce, I'm so-" Dick managed, hips jerking up as his cock rubbed along Bruce's abs. The slopes of scarred muscle made his cock pulse, a fresh wave of precum leaking all over Bruce's belly, as Dick's body clenched up around him. He felt Bruce's teeth on his pulse, his tongue taking in that fluttering of his heart's wings, as Dick swallowed, whined out, "Gonna cumif you keep this up."

Bruce chuckled, a rumble from his chest, and it was such a Batman noise- the kind that used to make Dick's knees weak when they were still exposed by his costume. Used to keep him up tossing and turning thinking about how good it sounded and how it made his belly weak.

He'd wanted this for so damn long-

Bruce's teeth dug in, nearly breaking skin as he fucked Dick harder. His rhythm fell away and it was desperate, wild, animal like in ways that only Bruce could be, when he was stripped down to his weakened core. In a way that only Dick made him.

Dick shivered, a full body shudder straight up from his bones, before he let a wordless cry rip from his throat until it ached, arching up so that his cock was pressed tight to Bruce's belly when he came. Bruce could feel the warm stickiness as it spread along his skin, felt Dick's body flooding around his cock as his body clenched around him tightly, over and over and over again -

His own orgasm was a grunt, into Dick's neck, a stifled sound to all the screams he wanted to unleash, but never did. Dick was still clutching at his back, riding it out as his nails nearly broke skin, left marks right alongside Bruce's many scars.

When Dick collapsed to the bed, it was with a satisfied smile. He stared up through dark lashes, hazy eyes awash with exhaustion and satiation, as he let his hands slowly slide up along Bruce's shoulders. Bruce stared down at him, before he was pulling away, pulling away from Dick's body and climbing right off the bed, as if his own legs weren't weak from the things Dick pulled out of him.

Didn't Dick not use up his strength? Or was he nothing to Bruce? Bruce showed him a lie. He . . . he lied...

Dick felt his heart stuttering, sinking down past his ribs, into his stomach. He swallowed back the sick feeling he always got, after sex with Bruce- because it was always like this. Always Bruce taking him apart and leaving him at his rawest, his purest, and then pulling away, closing off and removing himself so he couldn't feel.

Bruce walked across the room, grabbed his robe up off the chair it was thrown on. He tossed it on, tying it off quickly, before looking back at Dick- still naked and splayed on his bed. Hoping against hope and fate and experience that Bruce would come back, would just crawl into bed for five more minutes, to just lie there with him like they used to do. Where did the old Bruce go? The one he loved and cherished? This Bruce just left him cold, alone and feeling worthless, like a toy thrown under the bed and forgotten about.

"I'm going to shower in the cave," he said, crossing the room and heading for the door. "I'll be patrolling with Tim tonight." Leaving what he wanted to say floating in the air, what Dick understood and heard from him. "I don't want you there." Was what he practically said.

The fact that Bruce knew Dick would lay there, would press his face into his pillows and try to drag out an afterglow that was always shattered- it was a testament, to how many times they had gone about this dance. He was tired with the same routine, he wanted out. Now.

Bruce opened his door, but paused in the doorway, taking a visible deep breath. He left without a word or glance, and Dick simply listened to the door slam shut. He stared up at the ceiling, and wished he could reach up, shatter the light's bulb in his bare hands and let it burn him, let the glass dig into his skin. What was a few more scars? Bruce didn't care, he never did.

He rolled over, pressed his face into Bruce's pillows just as he always did. It smelled like Bruce, rich and earthy, mixed with his expensive cologne. Dick breathed in deep, shivered and was hot under his skin again.

Bruce would always refuse him when it came to most things but disguised them to not seem like he was avoiding Dick. Dick knew the truth though, Bruce didn't want to risk losing himself, losing the ability to walk out the moment they were done, like he always had. Didn't want to fall into Dick and never climb back out. Afraid to love Dick, but, exactly what did he do with Catwoman, Talia and Wonder Woman? Why couldn't he get the love Bruce gave them?

Dick bit down on his tongue, let the sharp pain the points of his teeth caused ground him. He always let himself fall, though. Always wanted Bruce even though he knew how much it hurt, when they were done. Always dreamed that somehow, someway, it'd be different this time around. Bruce would stay and curl around him and love him in the ways Dick wanted, like he used to do- would say his name like he never did during sex, would just look at him and smile.

He used to look at him and smile, once. When he was Robin and he was sixteen and young and this was all locked inside him.

He rolled to his belly now, burrowed into the pillows and trembled. He didn't cry- not this time. Some nights he let himself break that far, left tears on Bruce's pillow. Most night he was too much like Bruce to let that happen.

Some nights he was just mad enough, at himself and Bruce, to forget he could cry.

Forget that he got himself in this mess and that he couldn't get out.

Dick tried to break it off with him and Bruce but then Bruce would slip in behind him, kissing his neck like he used to do and just fake his passion. Telling him how much he loved him, and Dick would fall for it, convincing himself that Bruce could change.

This was all his fault and he had no one to blame but himself.

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