Fic: The First Taste (Kon/Tim/Tim)
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iesikaFic: The First Taste (Kon/Tim/Tim)
Title: The First Taste
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iesika
Trio: Kon/Tim/(Tim)
Rating: Explicit
Continuity: Teen Titans v3 #17, missing scene
Summary: It may be a bleak dystopia where everyone Robin knows is either dead or evil, but the future does have certain things to recommend it.
Note: For the World's Finest Threesome challenge. Highlight here for potential disturbing content warning: forced voyeurism.
It’s useless to struggle against Superman’s telekinesis, but Robin is giving it his best try. It doesn’t matter, though – he gets shoved into the chair anyway and held there while Batman secures his wrists and ankles. He’s Batman, and he knows exactly what Robin’s capable of, so the straps are tight, with no slack and no give, no room to maneuver.
When Superman lets go, and he can move his mouth again, Robin works his lips against his teeth and growls, grimacing. “You always do whatever he tells you?”
Superman shrugs. “He’s usually right.”
Robin’s mouth tightens. “Now I know you can’t be Conner.”
“Oh, he is.” Batman cuts in. He’s not looking at either of them, busy instead with the strange device in his hands, a cross between a headband and a helmet, covered in wires and diodes. “He’s a boy in your time, Tim. A child…just like you.” He settles the contraption onto Robin’s head with all the care of a bishop anointing a king. “This Conner has had some time to learn from experience what Cadmus couldn’t pump into his brain.” He leans close, adjusting one of the feeds, and whispers, as if Superman won’t hear, “Filled out nicely, too, hasn’t he?”
The resulting gasp earns a dark chuckle from Batman and a small sound of surprise from Superman. “He’s blushing. I’ve never seen you blush.”
“Well,” Batman says, stepping back to stand by Superman against one of the work-benches, “he’s still a virgin. Oh, don’t make that face. Tim. I know you. I was you. Even if I don’t remember all the details of this little adventure. That’s what this lovely little device is for.” His gesture takes in the chair and the bank of consoles that surround it. “It’s really very cool. The prototype was Tetch’s. though I modified it considerably after I killed him. You won’t remember any of this as more than a dream – until you’re me, of course. It’s all starting to come back, now, in bits and pieces. Like déjà vu. I’m remembering now how chaffed my wrists were. You really should stop fighting.”
Robin clenches his fists, and then releases them, going still. “I’m not you. You’re not me. This isn’t – this can’t be my future.”
Batman wraps an arm around Superman’s waist and tugs until their hips bump. “It’s not all bad, is it Conner? I mean, there are certain perks.” He turns his face up to the light, and that’s when Superman kisses Batman, right there in front of Robin, who can’t look away.
“Oh my God,” Robin breathes, and watches helplessly as Batman takes control of the kiss, deepening it and pressing Superman back against the work bench. “Stop. Stop!” he gasps, but he doesn’t manage to close his eyes.
The kiss breaks, but the embrace does not. Superman looks at Robin over Batman’s shoulder, his full lips pressed into a pout. “But you like to watch.”
“I don’t,” Robin gasps.
“Liar,” Batman says, not even bothering to turn around. He just slides one armored hand down, across the S, over Superman’s stomach to cup him through the tights, and smiles when Robin makes a sound like he’s been punched in the gut. “You forget, Tim – I know you. I know what’s in you. The things you want – the things you’ve done.”
Robin’s shaking his head against the restraints, but his eyes are locked straight ahead. “Stop,” he begs again.
“And deny you the best dreams of your young life?” Batman chuckles and slides his hand into Superman’s tights.
Superman moans. Robin whimpers.
“Remember the open showers, down by the pool room? And how I used to watch you, before I learned to take what I wanted?”
Superman laughs hoarsely and lets his head fall back, closing his eyes.
“I never—“ Robin protests, but Batman cuts him off.
“I was there, Tim. Like I was there outside of Starfire’s apartment, with my binoculars and my zoom lens.” Batman kisses Superman’s throat, once, and turns to look back over his shoulder, which bobs with the rhythmic motion of his forearm. “Every punch you watched Jason throw. Every movie night with your big brother. Every time you turned Stephanie away. Every time you pushed and pushed until your best friend slammed you into a wall…”
Superman gasps, then, and lets out a shuddering groan as he bucks his hips wildly. Robin moans in sympathy, his own hips twitching uselessly against the chair. For a long time, there is no sound but their breath, Superman’s in gasps and Robin’s something like sobs.
Then Superman laughs and stands up straight, and Batman tugs his hand out of his tights. His glove is wet and slick, and Superman kisses him, fast and hard. “That was kinky,” he says. “Even for you.”
Batman’s smile is a thing of hard edges. “Cassie will be waiting.”
Superman laughs again and takes to the air, leaving Tim alone with himself.
“Still so sure you don’t want to be me?” Batman asks, turning the blade of his smile on the boy in the chair.
“He’s – he’s cheating on Cassie,” Robin chokes. “With – with –“
“Even Batman can’t hide from a Demigod,” Batman says, as he crosses the scant distance between them to stand before the chair. “And even she can’t stop me from taking what I want. Just wait until you see what you’re holding back.”
He crouches then, at Robin’s feet, so that they’re eye to eye, and stares at him in silence for a long time. When the quiet becomes too much, Robin finally breaks it. “What are you doing?” he asks, then flinches as Batman reaches for his face.
Batman smiles as he drags his slick, sticky thumb across Robin’s bottom lip. “Remembering the first taste.”
END
Only 27 more days left for the World's Finest Threesome challenge!
Title: The First Taste
Author:
iesika Trio: Kon/Tim/(Tim)
Rating: Explicit
Continuity: Teen Titans v3 #17, missing scene
Summary: It may be a bleak dystopia where everyone Robin knows is either dead or evil, but the future does have certain things to recommend it.
Note: For the World's Finest Threesome challenge. Highlight here for potential disturbing content warning: forced voyeurism.
It’s useless to struggle against Superman’s telekinesis, but Robin is giving it his best try. It doesn’t matter, though – he gets shoved into the chair anyway and held there while Batman secures his wrists and ankles. He’s Batman, and he knows exactly what Robin’s capable of, so the straps are tight, with no slack and no give, no room to maneuver.
When Superman lets go, and he can move his mouth again, Robin works his lips against his teeth and growls, grimacing. “You always do whatever he tells you?”
Superman shrugs. “He’s usually right.”
Robin’s mouth tightens. “Now I know you can’t be Conner.”
“Oh, he is.” Batman cuts in. He’s not looking at either of them, busy instead with the strange device in his hands, a cross between a headband and a helmet, covered in wires and diodes. “He’s a boy in your time, Tim. A child…just like you.” He settles the contraption onto Robin’s head with all the care of a bishop anointing a king. “This Conner has had some time to learn from experience what Cadmus couldn’t pump into his brain.” He leans close, adjusting one of the feeds, and whispers, as if Superman won’t hear, “Filled out nicely, too, hasn’t he?”
The resulting gasp earns a dark chuckle from Batman and a small sound of surprise from Superman. “He’s blushing. I’ve never seen you blush.”
“Well,” Batman says, stepping back to stand by Superman against one of the work-benches, “he’s still a virgin. Oh, don’t make that face. Tim. I know you. I was you. Even if I don’t remember all the details of this little adventure. That’s what this lovely little device is for.” His gesture takes in the chair and the bank of consoles that surround it. “It’s really very cool. The prototype was Tetch’s. though I modified it considerably after I killed him. You won’t remember any of this as more than a dream – until you’re me, of course. It’s all starting to come back, now, in bits and pieces. Like déjà vu. I’m remembering now how chaffed my wrists were. You really should stop fighting.”
Robin clenches his fists, and then releases them, going still. “I’m not you. You’re not me. This isn’t – this can’t be my future.”
Batman wraps an arm around Superman’s waist and tugs until their hips bump. “It’s not all bad, is it Conner? I mean, there are certain perks.” He turns his face up to the light, and that’s when Superman kisses Batman, right there in front of Robin, who can’t look away.
“Oh my God,” Robin breathes, and watches helplessly as Batman takes control of the kiss, deepening it and pressing Superman back against the work bench. “Stop. Stop!” he gasps, but he doesn’t manage to close his eyes.
The kiss breaks, but the embrace does not. Superman looks at Robin over Batman’s shoulder, his full lips pressed into a pout. “But you like to watch.”
“I don’t,” Robin gasps.
“Liar,” Batman says, not even bothering to turn around. He just slides one armored hand down, across the S, over Superman’s stomach to cup him through the tights, and smiles when Robin makes a sound like he’s been punched in the gut. “You forget, Tim – I know you. I know what’s in you. The things you want – the things you’ve done.”
Robin’s shaking his head against the restraints, but his eyes are locked straight ahead. “Stop,” he begs again.
“And deny you the best dreams of your young life?” Batman chuckles and slides his hand into Superman’s tights.
Superman moans. Robin whimpers.
“Remember the open showers, down by the pool room? And how I used to watch you, before I learned to take what I wanted?”
Superman laughs hoarsely and lets his head fall back, closing his eyes.
“I never—“ Robin protests, but Batman cuts him off.
“I was there, Tim. Like I was there outside of Starfire’s apartment, with my binoculars and my zoom lens.” Batman kisses Superman’s throat, once, and turns to look back over his shoulder, which bobs with the rhythmic motion of his forearm. “Every punch you watched Jason throw. Every movie night with your big brother. Every time you turned Stephanie away. Every time you pushed and pushed until your best friend slammed you into a wall…”
Superman gasps, then, and lets out a shuddering groan as he bucks his hips wildly. Robin moans in sympathy, his own hips twitching uselessly against the chair. For a long time, there is no sound but their breath, Superman’s in gasps and Robin’s something like sobs.
Then Superman laughs and stands up straight, and Batman tugs his hand out of his tights. His glove is wet and slick, and Superman kisses him, fast and hard. “That was kinky,” he says. “Even for you.”
Batman’s smile is a thing of hard edges. “Cassie will be waiting.”
Superman laughs again and takes to the air, leaving Tim alone with himself.
“Still so sure you don’t want to be me?” Batman asks, turning the blade of his smile on the boy in the chair.
“He’s – he’s cheating on Cassie,” Robin chokes. “With – with –“
“Even Batman can’t hide from a Demigod,” Batman says, as he crosses the scant distance between them to stand before the chair. “And even she can’t stop me from taking what I want. Just wait until you see what you’re holding back.”
He crouches then, at Robin’s feet, so that they’re eye to eye, and stares at him in silence for a long time. When the quiet becomes too much, Robin finally breaks it. “What are you doing?” he asks, then flinches as Batman reaches for his face.
Batman smiles as he drags his slick, sticky thumb across Robin’s bottom lip. “Remembering the first taste.”
END
Only 27 more days left for the World's Finest Threesome challenge!
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Date: 2009-09-19 03:32 am (UTC)That was so! Wow. And. With the smear. And. Woah.
So light on the graphic nature of it but for some reason it seemed even more intimate that if you had.
Loved it!
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Date: 2009-09-19 04:26 am (UTC)Mmm...the smear. I may have a tiny fetish.
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Date: 2009-09-19 05:25 am (UTC)Just wait until you see what you’re holding back.
*shivers*
Also, good hint that Superman is not Kon-El:
“He’s blushing. I’ve never seen you blush.”
Nice and subtle. I like it.
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Date: 2009-09-19 06:19 am (UTC)Creepy? Or AWESOME?! Well, okay, it's pretty creepy, but I still think Timmy missed a hell of an opportunity, there.
Also, good hint that Superman is not Kon-El:
“He’s blushing. I’ve never seen you blush.”
Nice and subtle. I like it.
This will probably sound odd, but I couldn't make up my mind if he was our Kon or not, so I kind of fudged it. ^_^;
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Date: 2009-09-20 03:42 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-20 03:44 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-09-20 06:40 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-19 04:23 am (UTC)I can't actually figure out which side I'm leaning more towards.
At the end, with the thumb. Holy crap, that was wrongfully hot.
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Date: 2009-10-19 01:26 pm (UTC)