Dick wakes with a start, full body tensed and head aching. A dully coloured ceiling looks down on him, soft sheets beneath him - but it'swrong.This isn't his home. Where was he? Why is his head throbbing?
"Mmph!"
Dick bolts up. That sound. That voice. It's –
"Finally awake, boy?" Slade asks lazily, but Dick isn't focused on him at all, because – Damian –Damianis – Slade is –
It takes a second for the sight to register, because it's too incomprehensible, too horrifying to imagine and itcan'tbe true, Dick can't stand for it to be true, but –
He blinks, and it stays the same.
Damian is on his knees, a hand curled tight in his hair and tears eyes lit with fury, andSlade's cock in his mouth.
Dick snarls, leaping forward, fully intent onripping Deathstroke's throat out,but he abruptly chokes, a weight on his neck pulling him back.
A collar. Afuckingcollar.
And a bloody damned chain, tying him to the headboard.
Slade has himleashedlike some unruly animal, all while – while Damian is –
White hot fury burns through him. He tugs at his collar, cold metal, violently.
"Lethimgo, Slade," he seethes, hands curling up with raw fury, frantically brushing over the collar to try to open it.
Slade laughs, low and cruel, and pulls out, letting Dick get a good look at his spit soaked cock before he gloats, "Oh you wouldn't want to do that, boy." He snaps his fingers, and for a spilt second, Dick is hypervigilant, eyes utterly trained on Slade to try to figure out what the hell was going on, and then -
Pain.
Violent shocks burning through his body, his neck burning the most. Ithurts,his body spasming and doubling over with the force of it. A fuckingshockcollar. He tries not to scream, not to give Slade the satisfaction, but he only manages to grit his teeth for a few seconds before the scream is ripped out of him. There's shame, underneath the pain, at giving in soeasilyto Slade, but it's quickly overtaken by horror, becausehis isn't the only screams he hears.
There's one more, and as the shocks subside, he shakily raises his head again. It's Damian, whose prone form on the floor makes his heart stutter till he spots the slight trembling, letting him know that at least his brother was stillalive,still conscious.
But even so, Dick isterrified,heart beating like a rabbit and mind a whirlwind of thoughts, because fuckingDeathstroke the Terminatorhas him and his brothers with him, because Slade apparently wants torapehis Robin, just like he had done to him all those years ago.
Oh fuck. How long had he been asleep? Had Slade already-? His eyes frantically roam, trying to spot any injuries on Damian, but there are none. If Slade fucked him, there would be bruises.
Dick would know. How many times had Slade left him broken and bloody, even when Dick had tried not to fight, to be Slade's obedient littleapprentice? Damn it, he thought the man was done with him. Slade issupposedto be done with him.
His hands clench. He can't fight, at this point, not when Slade will hurt the other if he does. "Let him go, Slade. It's me you want. They have nothing to do with this. I - I'll stay, okay? You have me. You don't need to keep him. So just let him go."
Slade outright laughs. "Always so full of yourself, Grayson. This isn't about you, boy. This hasn't been about you for years. No, you lost your chance at my mercy when yourefusedme. If I were inclined to take on an apprentice at this point, I would much rather go for this one-" He kicks down Damian, who had just gotten down, making Dick let out a cry. "-thanyou."His boot digs into the boy's back, and for a heart stopping moment, Dick is terrified Slade will break Damian's ribs, but Slade only lifts it away.
His heart races. If Slade isn't doing this for him, if he isn't doing this to get an apprentice, then - "Who's paying you?" A contract. It had to be.
Slade's lips curve, as he reaches down, pulling up Damian by the hair. Damian grunts, glaring, and a twinge of anxiety goes through Dick. Why isn't he talking, fighting? What did Slade do to himthem?
"Does it matter, boy? I'm not going to let you go. You have better things to be worrying about," he taunts, then flicks his eyes downward, to Damian. "Open up, boy."
Unbelievably, Damian - Damian, so ferocious and strong and proud and angry,thatDamian - does, and Dick feels his fear build. What could Slade have possibly done to make him this way? It makes his heart ache, and as Slade brings his cock to the boy's mouth, Dick is unable to stop himself from jerking forward, a protest and plea on his lips, only to jerk still as he feels a slight zap across his spine. That wouldn't stop him, except for the slight flinches he sees Damianalsogive.
Slade smirks. "No moving, Grayson. I only needoneof you alive."
Dick grits his teeth, and forces himself to breath. He can't bear to look at Slade, instead eyes continuously flickering to Damian. He can't let Damian go through this. Can't let Damian suffer like he did. Can't let Damian, hislittle brother,hisRobin,get hurt like he was.
He forces himself to meet Slade's eyes. "Slade. Please," he begs. He would be humiliated in any other circumstance, reduced to this, but this isDamian.Pride has no place when it comes to him. "Please, Slade. You can - I'll give you anything you want. But he doesn't deserve this. He's done nothing to you. So please, don't -"
"Shut the fuck up," Slade interrupts harshly. "It used to be so sweet to listen to you beg, but now it's justannoying.I'll do what I want, boy, and you have no say in it." And then he shoves his cock right into Damian's tiny mouth.
Dick screams, going to jerk forward,damnthe collar-
-Slade's hand curl's around the boy's neck-
"Come one bit closer and I'll break his fucking neck," Slade threatens, voice soft but carrying.
Dick forces himself to freeze. "Stop-" he breathes, like it's like him there instead. There are tears pooling in Damian's eyes, his tiny hands digging into Slade's thighs ineffectually. And Dickhurts,because he knows how that feels, to have something too big you're not ready for shoved down your throat, to have it stretch out your throat, to block even a single breath -now his baby brother is going through that."Stop. Slade - stop -stop- you can't -" Dick doesn't want this to be happening. He doesn't want to see this at all.
Slade grunts, a blissful expression, shoving more and more of his cock down Damian's throat. "You have no fucking idea howgoodhe feels, boy. He's even tighter than you were." Damian chokes and gags around it, and Slade only shoves himself in deeper.
Dick feels lightheaded, breath coming faster and faster because thisisn'tsupposed to happen. He barely registers Slade's jab at him, because all he can think of is Damian. His brother is supposed to be safe, to stay safe and unharmed and untouched, supposed to grow up happy and smiling and not - notchoking on Slade's cock.
"Funny though," Slade muses. "It just makes him take cock all the better. I suppose all of you were just made to be used like this, hm?"
"Stop," Dick whispers, eyes locked on Damian. He wants to hold Damian. To comfort him. To hug him and never let go. To rip him away from Slade and never let anyone else touch him again. But instead he's here, frozen, unable to do anything without Slade threatening to kill them. His eyes meet Damian's - blurred with tears from the choking, but his expression is still fierce, and Dick wants to cry, because he can see the fear beneath. He's scared too. He blinks as his vision blurs, unable to stop the tears from falling as he sobs. It's not fair, Damian is the one hurt, but it shouldn't behim, he didn'tdeserveit, but Dick is tooweakto even help him, unable to doanythingeven as Damian's trying so hard to be strong.
He is afailureof an older brother.
"Fuck,"Slade hisses, abruptly, pulling out, and white come splatters all over Damian's face as he sputters, landing on his lashes, cheeks, and some even on his mouth. His small hands rise to wipe them away, but Slade slaps them away. "Don't wipe it away." When Damian snarls, he says sternly, "Behave, kid. Orelse."and though Damian hands stay fisted, and his glare never drops.
"Fuck you, Wilson," Damian speaks finally, voice hoarse but nonetheless not failing to convey his fury. He gets a backhand in turn, sending him sprawling to the ground.
He should have killed him, Dick thinks numbly. Should have killed him when he had the chance, so that Slade could have never touched his little brother in the first place.
"Don't get uppity now, kid," Slade says. "You're in position to be, when you've proved you're just a baby slut. Just look at how well a job you've done on my cock. What do you think now, Grayson? Think it's enough for me to split him open on my cock?"
Dick jerks out of the numb haze he was in at that, panicking. "You can't - you can't mean to -"
"I do and I will," Slade says dismissively.
Dick looks at him, horrified. Damian is even younger than he was when it first happened to him, smaller, and Slade has only gotten rougher and crueler over the years. "You're going to kill him," he protests, neck straining the collar again as he strains forward. "Slade - please - you can haveme,just don't-"
"I'll take what I want, boy," Slade snaps, eye narrowing and then relaxing again. He concedes, "Well, I suppose I could let you stretch him out, first."
It takes a moment for Slade's suggesting to sink in, but Dick flinches at it, shocked. "I - what - how could you - I wouldneversink to your level, Slade," he snarls, vehement and repulsed.
Slade shrugs carelessly. "Then I suppose I'll get right to fucking him, then."
"No, don't-"
"He's going to get fucked by me either way, boy. That won't change. Decide, now, whether or not it'll be before or after you fuck him." Slade's eye glitters at him, cruel. "What will it be, boy?"
And what can Dick say to that? Damian doesn't deserve to get hurt by Slade, to have his first time hurt enough to make him scream, to have it while beingrapedby a man like Slade. He deserves to be loved, to have it done by someone who loves him and who he loves in turn, to be cherished at every moment, to have it be an occasion that he can rememberfondly.Damian deserves the best, for it to be with someone he canchoose.Instead, he can either get raped by Slade, or by his ownbrother.
Just what is Dick supposed todo?
If Damian could, he would take Wilson by the throat and rip apart his neck with histeeth.Just having him near, having his exist so close to him makes his skin crawl. But Deathstroke's all too real threat of shocking Grayson to death still hangs in the air, forcing him to keep a tight control on his boiling blood and'behave'.
If it were for anyone else, Damian would have bit and ripped his cock right in two, damn the consequences, and then shoved it down their throat instead for thinking they couldevertell him what to do.
But…
I don't needNightwingalive, kid.
He shudders. The thought of Grayson dying right in front of him, because of him, for him, all while Damian watches and is unable to do a damn thing isunacceptable.
So he seethes, instead, quietly obeying for now, stalling for time, for his father to find them, for an opening, for something, foranything.He even considered killing him, but Slade had made it clear their collars were tied to his vitals. If his heartbeat stopped, if he died, they died. Damian should be horrified, but what else can he do? He just needs to wait until they have a way out, everything else is secondary.
But despite himself, ithurts,when he sees Dick hesitate at Slade's ultimatum.
He's not stupid. He knows, intellectually, it's because Dick cares, because he loves him and doesn't want to ever hurt him in any way, but. But sometimes Damian wishes Dick would look at him as something more than a child to be protected, love him as somethingmore. And this just reminds him of what a fool's dream it is, that of course Dick would never want him that way, that Damian might as well be afreakfor wanting it.
But knowing doesn't stop him fromwanting.
He doesn't want Wilson. It's not the pain he's afraid of, but hehateshim. Hates him for hurting Dick, for all that he's done, all that he wants to do. He wantsDick.Grayson. Richard. His big brother. He wantshim.Maybe it's selfish, maybe he'll only hurt Dick by doing this, maybe it would be better for him to let Deathstroke tear him apart than let Dick suffer through it, but -
This might be his only chance to ever be with Dick.
Surely, Dick would never look down on him, for wanting it to hurtless?His brother did have a tendency of being rather sentimental.
"It's okay," the words tumble out before he can think twice. "I want - I don't want it to be him," he says stiffly.
Dick's eyes snap to him, red from crying, hands stretching out to him. "Damian, are you-"
"Please,"Damian says softly, hands clenching.
His eyes soften, still concerned, and Damian doesn't know what he'd do if Dick refused, but-
"Okay," Dick says quietly.
Slade shoves him forward, sending him stumbling into the bed, and he bites back a snarl, but Dick catches him before he can fall. Guiltily, he allows it to last a second too long before separating, looking up at Dick. Whatever his brother sees in him, it makes him force his expression into something neutral, because the expression on his face isheartbreaking.
"Oh, Damian," Dick murmurs, and then he's pulling Damian in for a tight hug. He squirms, come on his face smearing on Dick's skin, but Dick's clinging with a quiet need he hasn't seen in a while and all Damian can do is cling back. "Everything's going to be okay, I promise."
No, it wasn't. Whatever happened, from now on, things would never be the same. But Dick sounds so desperate and Damian finds himself agreeing, if only to give Dick the reassurance. "It will," he promises back, voice wavering.
"Enough of that," Slade drawls, sounding irritated. "Get to it, boy, and start stretching out both his holes, or I'll be inclined to step in."
Dick glares at Slade over the top of his head, the loathing in his eyes all too clear. "Aren't you going to give any lube?"
Slade outright laughs. "It's called spit, you stupid boy."
There's a tight fury in Dick's expression letting Damian know he's about to do something stupid. "Grayson," he said quietly, tugging on his hand. His cheeks suddenly burn. "I'll be alright. Let's simply get this over with, alright?"
His brother still hesitates. "Tell me if I hurt you, okay?"
He nods, unable to speak when Dick is looking at him like that. Like he's something precious. Even with his face still smeared with another's spent. He doesn't understand how Dick can stand to look at him.
His brother raises a hand, mouth parting as he prepares to slick it up, and Damian mouth parts reflexively with him. He wants to wrap his own mouth around then, wants to suck them, wants totouchhim, but Dick is putting them in his ow