Chapter one of "I Will Win!" is now done. This first chapter is for Bruce Wayne~
Pole is up by the way.
Warnings: Rated for a reason. Implied sex, mature themes.
"I Will Win!"
01
Bruce Wayne:
You Were Cold...So I Made You Warm
Richard has a small problem and that problem is his family. He knows that all of them are after him in some way, and that bugs him. And he doesn't know what to do about it. In the end, who will win him over? And what is this so called bet that they made?
"Ach..." Nightwing grumbled as he slumped down against the wall and rubbed his injured arm. Batman looked at him from where he was before silently moving over to him. Nightwing looked up at him and smiled weakly. "I'm alright B, just a little hurt...that's al-" He stopped talking as Batman plainly pressed on his chest and he winced. He looked down a little bit, and winced again. "D-do..." He stuttered.
"Richard." The voice was gruff and deep. He blushed a little bit as his father moved closer to him. Up until then he hand't noticed just how much he was shaking. Cold. He realized. He was cold. Batman moved closer to him and he felt warmer. He blushed a little once more before he realized that the other was looking right into his masked eyes.
"Ah." Nightwing shivered as the others arms wrapped around him, holding him close. Bruce was warm. Batman had more warmth than he did at the moment. He closed his eyes and wrapped his arms around him. Batman seemed to chuckle against him. "B-bruce." He whispered lightly and then gasped as the other moved his hands to rub the others back. Nightwing's eyes widened and he made a small sound then. "B-bruce..." He whispered. His eyes widened once again as the hands went down lower. He made another sound and pressed into the other, shivering from the heat then.
"Something wrong my son?" He whispered and Nightwing blushed a little.
"W-what are you doing?" He stuttered as the others hands moved to his lower back, right above his ass. He blinked and blushed a little more.
Batman chuckled lightly once more and grasped the others bottom in his hands. Richard mewled at the touch and shivered again. "Bruce...no...please...stop...it...please..." He whispered and made a sound again before he felt the other rub against him, hard. He moaned. He couldn't help but moan. It felt so good to feel the other touching him like this.
However, it was wrong. He knew it was wrong. He knew it was wrong for the other to be touching him like this. His own Father was...touching him...these ways. It was wrong. So why did it feel so...good? He moaned again and moved his body to a better position. "Please...Bruce...why...?" He moaned.
"You wanted to be warm right?" Bruce murmured softly. Well, that was an answer...and Richard wasn't sure if he liked that answer or if he didn't like it. All he knew was that his Father was touching him...in ways he had never thought of before. He moaned again as the other began to move against him. He shivered and clutched at Bruce's shoulder's.
"Ah...B-bruce."He moaned at the feeling and shivered. I haven't felt like this since I was with Wally... He moaned again and let himself relax fully. He then closed his eyes for a moment and let the other rub against him harsher than before. He shuddered and gave a small cry. He knew they shouldn't be doing this right here, right now...but he was feeling so... Good. He moaned again. He moved his legs around Bruce, pushing his back into Bruce's chest. "B-bruce...t-th-these t-touches..." He cried then as the other rammed against him so hard that he felt himself trying to catch his balance. "A-ah..." He moaned again and his body seemed to give under him.
Strong hands kept him up against the stronger body above him. His eyes slowly opened and he looked up at him. "Richard...do you realize now... beautiful you look right now?" Honestly, he didn't know how to take his mentor and Father saying that to him. But then he blushed lightly and shifted himself.
"Bruce..." He whispered before he heard sirens. Abruptly they both pulled away from one another. Richard blushed deeply and looked down then. "S-sorry." He murmured to the other who then chuckled at him and then picked him up slowly. "H-huh-" He blinked as Bruce kissed him again and ran a hand through his hair. "B...bruce..." He murmured against the others mouth and closed his eyes. He felt Bruce's hands holding him tightly against his body, refusing to let him go. "P-please..."
Richard didn't remember what happened after that honestly. All he knew was that he woke up tangled in the covers in Bruce's room. His shirt was missing, but his pants were still in tact. He was relieved for that actually, not sure what he would have done if he found them off of his body. He wasn't sure he wanted to think about that either.
He smiled a little however when he found Bruce's arm wrapped tightly around his body, a warm mouth kissing his neck slowly. He shivered under the touch, but now from being cold. He was so warm, so warm...and so...different. He gasped as he was flipped over so his back was against the bed.
"Richard." Bruce murmured down to him and he blushed lightly. He moved his legs to wrap around the others waist. "Hmn...stop tempting me so much." He whispered and Richard blinked at that.
"Tempting you, Bruce?" He whispered and the other abruptly kissed him deeply. He moved a hand into the smaller one's hair and tugged a little. Richard let out a loud groan and moved his legs to pull himself in closer to the other.
"Yes, my little angel. You are tempting me a little...too much." He chuckled softly and Richard smirked at him.
"What if I am trying to tempt you Father." He murmured and looked up at him and then moved himself once more. He then gasped softly as he felt his erection brush the others.
It's wrong.
But he could care less. He could care less if his Father touching him like this was that bad...because he wanted it. He moved his head to capture the others lips. He pouted when his Father pulled away from him, chuckling at his son's reaction.
"Now, you shouldn't act anymore Dick, I'm going to deal with this, so calm down...or I'll stop." Dick mewled under him in frustration as the other nipped at his neck slowly.
"Sir, you have a business call!"
Bruce growled in frustration and moved apart from his son who pouted, looking up at him.
"No fair..." He whined.
"We can do this later." Bruce kissed him one last time.
Dick groaned and then nodded. He felt the other touch him one last time before he vanished like he did as the bat. He wrapped himself in the blanket and groaned, moving a hand to touch himself. He moaned lightly to himself. God damn it...
"Heh, Bruce, ya lost," Jason smirked, "and now it's my turn~" He chuckled and Bruce glared at him.
"Jason be quite." He snapped and there was a chuckle from Damian.
"If you actually want to get him under you then you better hurry..." Damian snorted and Jason rolled his eyes.
"Shut up little devil."
"I could care less Todd."
"..." Tim seemed to be the only one silent at the moment, before he said, "will everyone just be silent?"
All he got was a glare before the door closed.
Damian tt'ed.
Bruce sighed. This was getting...a little out of hand already. And he didn't know what to do about that fact.