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Bruce is going into heat.
It’s deeply inconvenient. Bruce has work he needs to be doing. He has cases, and plans, and projects. He always does. He doesn’t have time to spend three days in his nest, completely out of commission. Unfortunately, his body doesn’t know that.
His body also doesn’t know that the four young, virile alphas in his house are his sons, not his heat partners. It’s almost certainly part of why he’s hitting heat so hard. With all the boys home, the alpha pheromones seep into all the corners, thick and heavy, smelling of testosterone and musk and sex. No omega could live in the midst of all of that and not be affected by them. No matter how hard Bruce tries.
Bruce grits his teeth and tries again to focus. He’s been trying to go through files at the bat computer for the past half an hour, but there’s just no use. His body temperature is slowly, steadily rising. He’s fairly certain he’s soaked through his underwear already, and he’s been hard off and on for hours. Bruce tries to focus on the problem at hand, but his brain is full of fog.
Bruce finally gives up, standing and pushing the chair away. He makes for his heat nest down in the cave, a small little room that’s pretty far into the heart of the cave network. It’s cozy, the close walls a comfort, the whole floor taken up by the bed, covered in a nest of cushions and blankets. It’s cool and damp in the caves, which is a relief on Bruce’s hot and itchy skin.
Bruce strips down naked, peeling off his sweaty clothes, his slick-soaked underwear. The cramps are starting now, a tense pain in his lower stomach. He’s burning hot, and his skin aches for touch. It’s uncomfortable. But Bruce can bear it. He always does.
Bruce burrows down into his nest, lying down and closing his eyes. Despite the ache in his cunt, he doesn’t bother to touch himself. He knows it won’t help, not in the way his body needs. He’ll sleep it off. Maybe, when he wakes up, he’ll be able to work some more, and that will take his mind off the tense, burning desire.
Until then, better to be unconscious.
…
Bruce is awoken by a weight on his back.
He snaps to consciousness, keeping his eyes closed and his body still, assessing the current threat.
And then he relaxes, recognizing the scent of oak and cloves above him.
It’s Jason.
The tension bleeds out of Bruce. Not a threat, a packmate. Jason. The weight above him is like a comforting blanket, the feeling of Jason’s bare skin on his own is like heaven. Everything is darkness and warmth and Jason’s scent. Bruce lets himself slide down, into safety and comfort.
“Sorry to wake you,” Jason says softly. His voice is warm, fond. “I meant to let you sleep longer.”
Bruce’s brain is still full of heat-fog, and he can barely process Jason’s words, feeling too drunk on his scent, his touch. He gives a soft little purr into the pillow.
Jason chuckles softly, turning his head to lick at Bruce’s neck, covering it in scent. “Oh, you’re deep under, aren’t you. That’s alright.”
Bruce slowly remembers where he is, what’s happening. Heat. Cave. Nest. Jason. Jason?
“Jay?” Bruce manages to mumble out.
Jason gives a low rumble, an alpha’s purr. “Yeah, B. It’s me.”
Bruce blinks heavily, opening his eyes. “Was gonna sleep it off,” Bruce mutters.
“Course you were.”
Another cramp hits Bruce then, and he lets out a low groan, part pain and part frustration. Bruce shakes himself slightly. “Is something wrong?”
“Mm-mm.”
“Let me go back to sleep, then.”
Jason shifts on top of Bruce, and Bruce can feel his full weight pressing down on him. “Sorry, B. You just smell so fuckin good.” Jason nuzzles into Bruce’s neck, nosing into the crook behind his ear. Bruce’s inner omega purrs at the alpha gesture. “Lemme have a taste? Just a little taste.”
Jason shifts again, and oh. That’s his cock, hard and hot, weighing heavily where it’s resting on the small of Bruce’s back. That’s Jason’s big alpha cock, and the smell of lust pouring off him in waves.
Jason wants his pussy.
Oh.
Is that all?
Bruce would give Jason the world, if he asked for it. He’d do almost anything, if it meant showing his son how much he loves him, how grateful he is to have him back. His body is nothing, compared to that. Nowhere near enough to show Jason how much he means to him. He’d never deny Jason his pussy, if that’s what he wanted.
Bruce closes his eyes again and nods, spreading his legs open wide.
“Fuck,” Jason breathes out. He lifts up off of Bruce for a moment, and Bruce can feel Jason moving between his legs. And then there’s something at his wet and aching hole, and then a push.
Bruce can’t help the noise he makes as Jason pushes inside him. No one’s been inside of him in years, and despite the aching emptiness, the feeling of suddenly being filled and stretched is almost too much to bear.
Jason gives a low groan as he pushes all the way in. “Oh, fuck yeah.” Jason draws almost all the way out again, and Bruce fights the urge to whimper, overcome by the long, slow drag of Jason’s cock inside of him. “Fuck, you feel so good.”
Jason pushes all the way back in again, and then starts to pick up the pace, slamming into Bruce’s cunt. Bruce grabs on tight to the pillow in front of him, badly needly something to hang onto. Bruce focuses on tilting his hips up to catch the right angle, holding still right where Jason wants him.
“Such a nice pussy,” Jason growls out, fucking into Bruce harder, roughly claiming his father’s pussy like it’s all his to fuck. “Pretty little omega cunt, feels so fucking good. You’re so nice around my cock. Nice little pussy bitch. You’re dripping wet, you know that? Filling up this whole house with the smell of your hot little pussy, dripping slick all over everything. Fuckin killin me, I just had to know what it felt like. And it feels fuckin perfect. You’re such a good omega. Such a good cunt for me.”
Bruce whines and spreads his legs wider, letting Jason’s words wash over him, lost to the sensation of Jason pounding into his cunt. It almost hurts, but it feels so good, Jason’s big thick alpha cock stretching him out and filling him up. Bruce is going to be feeling this for days afterwards. That’ll be nice. A little reminder of how much he loves his son.
Jason growls as his knot gets bigger and starts to stick. Bruce can’t think, too overcome by the haze of heat and the blinding, scorching pleasure of Jason’s cock ramming into his pussy, Jason’s knot splitting him open. “Fuck yes. Take it, fucking take it. Take it like a fucking bitch, fuck, fuck!”
Jason comes with a snarl, and hot, wet come splashes into Bruce’s pussy, deep inside, all the way up and into his womb. It feels like heaven, squeezing down on Jason’s knot, getting filled up by thick, hot alpha come, the heavy smell of alpha and sex and Jason surrounding him.
Bruce doesn’t think he could have stopped himself from coming even if he’d wanted to. He grinds his cock into the mattress and shudders clenching down on Jason’s knot over and over as he comes, letting out a high omega whine as he does.
“Fuck that’s nice,” Jason murmurs, pressing a soft kiss onto Bruce’s neck, a gentle bite. Bruce pants, the aftershocks rolling through him. “Feels so good on my knot, baby. Coming on my cock like a good omega bitch.”
Something about the praise settles deep in Bruce’s chest. Maybe that’s wrong. Maybe he shouldn’t be so pleased that his son thinks he’s been a good bitch. But Bruce is far too gone to care.
Bruce lets out a purr, reaching back behind him for one of Jason’s hands. He finds it and squeezes tightly. Jason squeezes back.
Bruce lets himself slump back down onto the pillows, feeling hazy and sleepy again, already drifting back down into the darkness, clenching down idly on Jason’s knot. Jason lays down on Bruce’s back again, a soothing weight.
Jason purrs, dark and low and all alpha. “You can go back to sleep now.”
And Bruce does.
…
Bruce wakes up with a slightly clearer head. Not completely, but better.
He leaves the nest room, and finds that Alfred has left him breakfast (god bless that man) and even better, that Bruce feels like eating it, the heat subsided enough that he can feel the other type of hunger.
Bruce tugs some sweatpants on and makes his way back to the bat computer. There’s some updates to the car that he wants to start. Bruce stands in front of the computer, pulls up his drafting software and gets to work.
Bruce continues like that for- a while? A few hours? He’s still very much in heat, and it starts to build again slowly. The temperature. The cramps. The slick, building up between the lips of his pussy and starting to leak down one leg.
Bruce ignores it. He wants to work on this, and he’s going to. It’s close to being perfect, and Bruce knows he can get there with just a little bit more effort.
Bruce notices the smell before he notices the person. Which either means that Tim has gotten impressively stealthy lately, or that Bruce’s mind is too deep-fried by hormones to notice anything except the raw, tantalizing scent of an unmated alpha.
Possibly it’s both.
Bruce takes a little breath through his mouth, trying to steady himself without taking in more of that smell. Tim’s alpha scent is like ginger, spicy and warming. “Tim.”
Tim steps out of the shadows of the cave. “Hey, B.”
“I’ve almost finished the specs,” Bruce says, nodding towards one of the monitors. “I’ve added that link we were talking about-”
But before he can finish what he’s saying, there’s an alpha pressed against his back, and Bruce finds himself with his face pressed onto the counter, being bent over his own desk.
“I was-” Bruce starts, then he gasps and groans as he feels Tim grind into his ass, an unmistakable bulge in Tim’s pants pressing into Bruce’s cunt through the fabric. Tim’s several inches shorter than him, but with Bruce shoved down on desk, his cunt is at the perfect height. “I was working on-”
“It can wait,” Tim says, and his voice has dropped an octave lower than normal, much more gravelly and alpha than it usually is. “Don’t worry about it. We’ll get it done later.” Tim presses a hand onto Bruce’s shoulder blades, pinning him down, using the other to tug at the waistband of Bruce’s sweatpants.
Bruce finds himself whining in agreement, leaning his weight forwards onto so he can spread his legs open farther, lifting his hips up so Tim can get his pants off. They’re quickly shoved down around his ankles, and then there’s a hand on Bruce’s cunt, and Tim’s pushing two of those long, strong fingers inside, and Bruce is whimpering at the feeling.
“Easy now,” Tim murmurs, starting to move his hand, rocking it steadily. “That’s it.” Tim crooks his fingers and pushes, digging relentlessly into that little divot in Bruce’s cunt, sending deep waves of pleasure and heat all the way through him. “That’s it, Daddy.”
Bruce lets out a soft noise, pushing his cunt back onto Tim’s fingers, moving his hands so he can rest his hand on his forearms. His cock’s trapped against the hard desk, with an intense, almost painful level of pressure, and Bruce grinds his hard, dripping little omega cock into it.
Tim draws his fingers out, and there’s a wet noise as his hand moves away from Bruce’s dripping, messy pussy. Almost immediately it’s replaced by Tim’s cock, much bigger than his fingers, as Tim mounts Bruce right there in the middle of the cave, letting out a possessive, claiming growl.
Bruce can’t help a whine as he’s filled back up again, as Tim starts to fuck his messy little cunt. It’s so good, but so much. Part of Bruce says he should stop Tim, tell him to leave, go back to spending his heat alone. He’s the goddamned Batman, not some omega slut who spreads their legs for any alpha who wants them.
But this isn’t any alpha. This is Tim, his son, his pup, his packmate. Tim, who grew up short and lanky but alpha-strong, muscular and pony-built. Tim, who’s brave and brilliant and kind, who inexplicably wants Bruce, for some godforsaken reason. And Bruce finds that it’s impossible to say no to that.
Tim keeps fucking Bruce’s pussy, rough and fast and so, so perfect. Bruce braces his arms against the desk and raises his ass. It’s a difficult position to hold, but Bruce is strong, he can do it. He’ll stay right where his son wants him, always. Bruce floats away on the pleasure and sensation of it all, mind half-lost to heat.
“God yes,” Tim groans out. “You want my knot? Want me to come in Daddy’s pussy?”
Bruce lets out a low whine into the crook of his elbow where he’s resting his head. “Please.”
Tim gives a growl as he shoves in all the way, his knot slowly starting to expand, starting to push against the walls of Bruce’s cunt, forcing it open. Bruce whines helplessly as it sticks, locking them tight together, forcing Bruce to hold still as Tim comes in his pussy, unable to get away even if he wanted to.
Not that he wants to. He wants to feel it, feel Tim’s come flooding his womb, filling him up just like Jason’s did. Bruce wants to be full of it, full to bursting with his sons’ come.
“So fucking good,” Tim growls out, grabbing at Bruce’s hips to push himself in even farther and holding on tight, tight enough to leave bruises in the shape of his long fingers. “God, Daddy, you feel so good.”
“More,” Bruce gasps out. He wants more of Tim’s knot, more of his hands, more of his touch and his words and his teeth. “More.”
Tim bites down on Bruce’s shoulder as he comes, those sharp alpha teeth digging in, giving Bruce these sparks of pain and pleasure. That’s enough to set Bruce off too, send him coming helplessly on Tim’s knot, his poor little cock twitching where it’s trapped beneath his stomach and the desk, spraying come all over Bruce’s belly.
Tim growls in pleasure, pumping more and more hot come in Bruce’s womb. Bruce whines gratefully, so full of Tim’s knot, his come. It’s everything his poor, desperate, heated-up body needs.
Tim finally finishes coming and releases the bite with a satisfied sigh. He licks soothingly over the mark he left on Bruce’s skin, giving a low alpha’s purr. “So good.”
Bruce finds himself purring in return, his eyes falling closed, Tim’s praise like a warm blanket, surrounding and comforting him. He shifts to lay his head on his other arm, in the crook of his elbow. Tim rubs at his shoulders, and Bruce feels the tension melt out of them, erased by the firm, gentle touches of Tim’s hands, a soothing, repetitive motion.
Bruce isn’t sure how long they stay like that, tied together. He might drift off, or he might just be heat-hazy, time slipping away. Eventually, Tim’s knot starts to go down, and Bruce lets out a low breath as Tim draws out of Bruce’s wet messy pussy, now dripping come down his thighs as well as slick. Bruce wonders what he must look like right now, naked but for the sweatpants around his ankles, bent over and covered in come.
“Sorry to interrupt, Daddy,” Tim says softly into Bruce’s ear, before pressing a gentle kiss to Bruce’s neck. “I’ll let you get back to what you were doing.”
And then Tim slips away, just as quietly as he came.
If it weren’t for the satisfying, fucked-out soreness in his cunt, the slight bulge in his belly where he’s been stuffed full of alpha come, Bruce might think he was never there at all.
…
Bruce doesn’t get much more work done after that.
He heads back to his nest, to the safety of his little nesting room, and burrows down underneath a big fluffy comforter. The filthy, slick-soaked sweatpants get tossed in a hamper, and Bruce returns to nudity, enjoying the feeling of soft blankets against his bare skin as he tucks himself into a corner of the nest. Bruce wipes off the worst of the sweat with a warm washcloth before he gets into the nest. But he leaves the mess of come on the insides of his thighs alone, letting it soak in, letting the scent of it cover him entirely.
Bruce can’t remember the last time he felt this good during a heat. He’s usually well beyond miserable by this point, overheated and feeling like he’s going to crawl out of his skin. But as it is, he just feels warm and sleepy, craving the comfort and security of nesting. Bruce holds one of the pillows to his chest and curls up in a ball, feeling more contented than he has in ages.
He doesn’t sleep, exactly. But he does close his eyes, letting the haze of heat wash over him, dozing in and out of daydreams.
There’s a shift, in the nest.
There’s a shuffling, a movement of blankets, and a weight nearby on the bed. And then something warm and wet at Bruce’s pussy.
Bruce brings his attention back to the present, back to his body. There’s a tongue, licking its way into Bruce’s folds, lapping up the come and slick there. There’s an alpha scent in the air like dragon’s blood and cedar, and Bruce shivers as he recognizes it.
It’s Damian.
Bruce lets out a low moan into the pillows, then rolls over onto his back, tossing the pillow to the side and shoving the blanket away. Damian moves as Bruce does, settling himself between Bruce’s legs and nestling in close, nosing into Bruce’s pussy. Just like an alpha, sniffing around an omega’s hot cunt.
Just like an alpha is also the way Damian smells, full of musk and testosterone and lust. God, Damian just smells so good. He shouldn’t smell like that, should he? He’s Bruce’s, after all. There must be something wrong with this. Surely it’s the height of narcissism, finding Damian attractive. Maybe there should be a line, between his other sons and the one that looks so much like him.
Bruce finds that there isn’t.
If Damian wants to know what his father’s pussy tastes like, then that’s what Bruce will give him.
Damian nuzzles into Bruce’s cunt, laving his tongue all over it, hot and wet. Bruce’s little cock is achingly hard again, dripping against his stomach, which is still slightly distended from the big loads of come Tim and Jason pumped into his belly.
“You taste like Tim,” Damian mumbles into Bruce’s pussy. Bruce wonders how Damian knows what Tim’s come tastes like, but more importantly, whether he minds. Damian moves up slightly and licks at Bruce’s cocklet, catching the little drips of precome on his tongue like he’s curious about the flavor. Damian mouths at Bruce’s cock a bit, and Bruce gasps at the feeling, Damian’s warm, wet mouth around his little omega cock. Only for a moment, though, before it disappears. Bruce has to fight the urge to whine out a complaint at the loss.
Damian moves back to Bruce’s cunt, pushing his tongue into Bruce’s cunt. Bruce whimpers at the feeling, Damian’s tongue moving against his walls. Damian’s tongue feels good inside of Bruce’s pussy, but it’s not big enough, not when his cunt is craving a big fat alpha knot. Damian keeps licking the come out of Bruce’s pussy, and Damian’s scent goes heavy and thick with alpha arousal, spiking with pleasure.
“So sweet,” Damian murmurs, face still buried in Bruce’s cunt, his voice dark and low with alpha approval. “Tim, and Jason, and sweet.”
Bruce lets out a whine, his hands tangling in the blanket next to him, desperate for something to hold onto, overcome with joy and heat at Damian’s words, his reactions. Such a good boy, loving the taste of his big brothers’ come so much. Bruce feels a rush of heat run through him, feels himself pouring slick right into Damian’s mouth. Damian laps up every drop, eagerly drinking down everything his father’s pussy has to give him.
Damian sits up and moves forward, and for a second, Bruce thinks he’s going to fuck him right then, take his turn inside of Bruce’s cunt. But instead, Damian’s mouth moves to Bruce’s chest, and he licks at one of Bruce’s nipples, making him moan. Damian gives a low, happy purr. He reaches up and starts rolling and twisting at one of Bruce’s nipples with his fingers, catching the other one lightly between his teeth and licking at it.
Bruce gasps and squirms as Damian plays with his chest, sending little shocks of pleasure-pain rushing through him. It just feels so good, the way Damian teases, how rough and mean he is with Bruce’s poor tits.
“Such pretty teats,” Damian says softly, then wraps his lips around one and sucks, hard. Damian cups his hand underneath Bruce’s breast and squeezes. “They’d be even prettier all full of milk.”
Bruce lets out a low whine. His arms wrap around Damian’s back, and his fingers trace over Damian’s warm, bare skin, skittering over the scars there, coming to rest on Damian’s shoulder blades. Bruce holds on tight as Damian moves over to the other nipple and mouths at it, then starts suckling, like he really is trying to get milk out of it. God, Bruce wants that. Wants to be making sweet omega milk for his sons to drink.
Not for the first time, Bruce wishes he’d been allowed to have Damian naturally. That he’d been able to take care of his pup as a baby, nurse him and nurture him. It’s a robbery in more than one way, that Bruce didn’t get to decide whether Damian was brought into the world, and he didn’t get to carry him until he was born. What a joy that could have been, getting to be pregnant, getting to have a little infant pup of his very own.
But there’s joy in this too. Bruce closes his eyes and holds onto Damian as he keeps toying with Bruce’s chest, pinching and tugging at Bruce’s tits, sucking on a nipple like he really is nursing, like Bruce is giving him the milk that should be rightly his. Damian’s gotten so big now, broad and strong and even taller than Bruce. Bruce supposes that comes of having Bruce’s own build, but an alpha presentation. Bruce doesn’t often feel small, but Damian manages it, his larger frame ranging over Bruce’s and making him feel held and safe.
Bruce tries to be still, tries to lay there and let Damian play with him the way he wants to, let Damian do what he wants. But it’s just so difficult with the way Damian keeps teasing him, every touch to Bruce’s tits sending a rush of heat straight to his cunt. Bruce is dripping wet and achingly empty, and he needs to be full so badly he can hardly bear it. Damian’s cock is resting heavily on Bruce’s leg, tantalizingly close, but too far away to fuck Bruce like he needs.
Bruce lets out a low, plaintive whine.
Damian ignores it. He pinches one of Bruce’s nipples and twists it, making Bruce gasp in pain.
Bruce squirms underneath Damian’s weight, trying to get some relief, some friction on his cunt, his cocklet. But Damian won’t let him have it, keeping his hips pinned down. “Damian.”
Damian pulls off of Bruce’s chest and looks up at him. There’s something almost feral in his eyes, boring into Bruce with such intensity that he can hardly bear it. “I don’t think that’s what you want to call me.”
Bruce shudders.
Is that what Damian wants? He wants Bruce to beg alpha to make it all better? His youngest boy, his baby, and he wants to be daddy’s alpha?
Damian cocks his head to one side, looking at Bruce with a question in his eyes. “Tell me, B. What do you want to call me?”
And god, that gets to Bruce. That tugs at his heart, hearing Damian call him that. Calling him by the old nickname, the one Dick came up with years ago, the one all his other sons use. So much fonder, so much more personal than the stilted, formal “father” that Damian used to use. It sends a curl of warmth deep into Bruce’s chest.
Bruce shivers, shaking himself out of his thoughts.
Damian asked him a question.
And there’s an honest answer to that question.
“Alpha.” Bruce tips his head back and bares his throat, so Damian will know he means it. “Alpha.”
Damian growls in satisfaction, and all at once he’s moving, strong and powerful and fast. He grabs Bruce’s wrists, pinning them down on either side of Bruce’s head, and moves up Bruce’s body, settling his weight down on Bruce’s chest, lining his cock up with Bruce’s cunt. Damian nips lightly at Bruce’s exposed and vulnerable throat scraping his teeth over Bruce’s windpipe, and Bruce lets out a soft keen.
“Alpha,” Bruce breathes out. “Please, alpha.”
Damian purrs out his approval, all dark and low and pure alpha. “Good omega.”
Damian draws back and then pushes forwards, driving his cock all the way into Bruce’s cunt in one smooth motion. Bruce gasps for air as Damian fills him up, the sudden stretch a shock to his system. Damian growls, his scent spiking with pleasure, his eyes falling closed as he grinds into Bruce’s pussy, getting as deep as he can. Bruce can feel Damian so deep inside of him, pushing and pressing at Bruce’s cervix, filling up every part of Bruce’s cunt. It’s absolute heaven.
Bruce lets out a soft keen, going lax under Damian’s grip. He doesn’t want to struggle against the pin Damian has on his wrists, he wants to stay right where Damian put him, right where his son wants him to be. Damian starts to fuck him, and Bruce makes his body go all pliant and easy, taking everything Damian has to give him.
Damian lets out growls and purrs, sucking little bites onto Bruce’s neck, leaving behind bruises and teeth marks. They don’t speak. They don’t need to. They just need to touch, to be close, and right now Damian is as close to Bruce as anyone can ever be, buried deep inside his pussy, filling him up just right, just as though Bruce’s cunt was made for his cock.
Damian lets out a low, dark growl. His knot’s starting to grow, starting to blow wide inside of Bruce’s cunt. “I’m close.”
Bruce whines desperately. His cocklet is dripping and aching, rubbing up against Damian’s stomach. Every little grind of Damian’s knot makes Bruce even wetter, feels so good it’s almost unbearable. “Please,” Bruce begs quietly, lifting his head to nose into Damian’s shoulder, nuzzling close. “Please, alpha.”
“Don’t worry, omega,” Damian whispers, right into Bruce’s ear. “Alpha will give you what you need.”
Damian comes with a growl, a low, rumbling sound emanating from deep in his chest, sending its low vibrations right into Bruce. His fingers tighten on Bruce’s wrists, grabbing so tightly that Bruce is sure he’ll have finger bruises on the skin for days. Bruce can feel the head of Damian’s long cock nudging up against his cervix, as he sends thick waves of alpha come right into Bruce’s womb, making him even more full and swollen with it. Bruce shivers at the wonderful feeling, grinding his little cock against the hard muscles of Damian’s stomach.
Damian pants heavily as he finishes coming, then relaxes on top of Bruce, smelling of sated alpha. It’s a wonderful smell. “Good omega,” Damian purrs.
Bruce lets out a little keen, trying to grind more into Damian’s stomach. “Can I- please-”
“Go ahead,” Damian murmurs into Bruce’s ear. He moves down to lick and bite at Bruce’s neck, keeping Bruce pinned firmly down, his wrists secure. “Come for me, omega.”
Bruce gasps, rocking up forwards once, twice- and then he’s gone, his little omega cock spraying all over his stomach as hot white pleasure takes him.
“Good,” Damian says softly. “So good.”
Damian releases Bruce’s wrists, then. He gently takes hold of Bruce’s shoulders and rolls them so that they’re on their sides. Bruce wraps an arm around Damian’s broad back, tired and happy, still shuddering through the aftershocks. He tugs Damian close, nuzzling into the crook of Damian’s shoulder.
Damian hugs Bruce close, keeping one steady hand on Bruce’s shoulder blades, using the other to gently pet the back of Bruce’s head. Damian gives a low, pleased purr. Bruce sighs softly, nosing at Damian, enjoying the feeling of Damian’s hands on him, worn out and tired and so happy, with Damian’s knot stuck tight inside of his cunt.
“What do you say?” Damian asks Bruce quietly.
Bruce burns. Embarrassment and arousal and love and shame, in equal measure. And it all burns.
Bruce responds just as quietly, murmuring the answer into Damian’s ear. For his ears only. A precious, fragile secret, shared only by them.
“Thank you, alpha.”
…
Bruce falls asleep in Damian’s arms, still stuck on his knot.
When he wakes up, Damian isn’t there anymore. But someone is. Bruce knows who it is before he opens his eyes. He’d know that scent anywhere. Not to mention the arms, wrapped around him from behind in a distinctive, tight hug. Dick might be slimmer and shorter than Bruce, but he still makes Bruce feel held, Dick’s hands gently resting on Bruce’s middle, Dick’s head resting gently on his shoulder, as they lay on their sides, Dick behind Bruce.
“Morning, sleeping beauty,” Dick says. Bruce can hear the smile in his voice. “How you feeling?”
Bruce takes one of Dick’s hands and squeezes. “Better now.” He’s still in heat, but heading towards the tail end of it. His cunt is wet, his body hot, but it’s not so bad, anymore. Getting the attention of an alpha can help cut it short, and Bruce has had that in abundance, this heat.
Dick gives a low, happy alpha purr, and that alone melts Bruce’s heart. He loves that noise, loves to hear Dick happy. “Good.” Dick’s hand drifts down lower, trailing his fingers over Bruce’s stomach. “You’ve been busy.” Dick’s voice is fondly teasing.
Bruce looks down and finds his belly bulging outwards, rounded, stretched taut. Clearly swollen and bloated from all the alpha come in his womb. He looks almost pregnant. “Hn.”
Dick settles his hand on Bruce’s lower stomach. It’s a warm, comforting weight. “It’s a good look on you. And you smell so good, B.”
Bruce tilts his head back, bringing his and Dick’s heads to touch, pressing them together. “What do I smell like?” Bruce asks.
Dick nuzzles him, moving down the side of Bruce’s head. Dick buries his nose in Bruce’s neck, and Bruce tilts his head to the side slightly, giving Dick better access. Letting him in. “Like you, dark chocolate and ripe blackberries. Like heat scent and sugar and slick. Like Jason and Damian and Tim. Like happy pack. Like omega.” Dick licks his neck then, like he’s trying to taste it. “You smell amazing.” Dick’s own scent is spiking. His alpha spice is like cinnamon, warming and sweet and burning hot all at once.
Bruce gives a purr, tipping his head back farther, breathing in Dick’s scent. It’s delicious. Bruce is still deep enough in heat that the smell is euphoric, exactly what his hindbrain wants. Bruce suddenly remembers how badly his cunt is aching, how sore and wet and empty it is. He’s been getting utterly spoiled, this heat. His kids have given him so much already, but his greedy pussy just wants more. “Dick?”
“I’ve got you,” Dick murmurs into Bruce’s ear. He gives Bruce’s neck another lick, and then a small bite for good measure, just the briefest press of his sharp teeth, just a twinge of pain that makes Bruce long for more. “Here.”
Dick guides Bruce back onto all fours, and he drops onto his elbows, spreading his knees wide, exposing his dripping wet pussy, putting it on full display. Something hot shudders through Bruce as Dick puts him into position, getting Bruce to present.
Dick gives an appreciative growl. “Pretty omega.”
“Dick,” Bruce tries to say, but it comes out more like a keen. He needs Dick to fuck him. Needs Dick to claim him, just like all his other sons did. It wouldn’t be right, if his oldest son didn’t.
“B,” Dick purrs. He starts rubbing at Bruce’s pussy, stroking the outside. “Such a nice hot cunt.” Dick pushes two fingers in, and Bruce whines in response, wordlessly begging for more.
“Don’t worry,” Dick murmurs. “I know what you need.” Dick draws his fingers almost all the way out, then pushes back in with four. Dick thrusts them in and out a few times, and Bruce’s cunt makes such sloppy, wet sounds he’d be embarrassed if he could think of anything but how badly he needs more.
“You need to be full, don’t you,” Dick says, rocking his fingers into Bruce’s pussy. “You need a knot.”
Bruce nods into the pillow, pushing back into Dick’s hand.
“I’ve got you,” Dick says. He draws his hand back, till just his four fingertips are in Bruce’s cunt, pressed all together, and then Bruce can feel as Dick’s thumb starts pushing into his cunt alongside them, working its way in. “I’ll make you full, B.”
“More,” Bruce begs, spreading his legs wider, welcoming Dick’s hand into him. “Please more.”
Dick growls, low and possessive. Slowly, by degrees, he gently starts to move his hand in farther, deeper, till he reaches the third knuckle, the widest part of his hand. Bruce lets out a soft cry as it breaches him, stretching him so wide.
“So good,” Dick praises, gently petting at Bruce’s leg with his other hand. “So good, B. I know you can take it. Just a little bit more.” Bruce gasps as Dick pushes, rocking his hand out slightly and then pushing it in a little deeper.
“More,” Bruce pleads. “Give me all of it, I can take all of it-”
“Shhhh,” Dick murmurs. “I know you can, so good. I’ve got you. Such a good cunt.” Dick pushes just a little bit farther, and his hand slides in all the way up to the wrist. Liquid squelches out around it, slick and come dripping down Dick’s arm, down Bruce’s thighs, as Dick buries his whole hand in his father’s pussy.
Dick purrs, pleased and proud. His fingers slowly, slowly curl down, forming his hand into a fist. “That’s it, pretty omega. So good.”
Bruce keens helplessly, clenching down on Dick’s hand. It’s so big. It feels bigger than a knot, harder, pushing relentlessly into all the spots that make Bruce feel so good, so overwhelmed. So fucking full. Like it’s splitting him open.
Dick gently rocks his fist inside of Bruce’s cunt. “So pretty,” Dick coos. “You’re so wet in here, you know that? My little brothers made your pretty cunt all messy.”
Bruce nods, whimpering. His sons have given him so much come already, filled him up so well, so perfect.
“Yes, they did,” Dick croons. “Made your cunt all wet and messy with their come.” Dick sighs happily, moving his hand back and forth in these tiny motions, fucking Bruce with his fist. “Such a good omega for us. What a good little omega you are. A perfect breeder for your own pups.”
Bruce gasps, clenching down on Dick’s fist, where he’s split wide open, where he’s taken everything Dick wants to give him. The praise makes him shudder. He’s stunned by how badly he hopes that Dick means it.
“They bred you good,” Dick says softly, moving his other hand around to Bruce’s stomach, to press gently over his stuffed and swollen womb. “Made you nice and full. I bet they bred you up with their pups, got you all knocked up. Our sweet breeding bitch.”
Bruce lets out a desperate, helpless whine. Dick’s words send a wave of heat right through him, straight to his cunt, making his little cocklet jump against his belly. He can’t help how much he likes that thought, how wet it makes him. “Dick, please.”
“Please what?” Dick asks, his voice dark and low, sounding purely alpha, full of command.
“Breed me,” Bruce begs. “Fuck me, breed me, please.”
Dick’s growl is pure joy, dripping with alpha arousal, fierce and claiming. He slowly starts to tug his hand out of Bruce’s cunt, and Bruce whines as he works it out, stretching Bruce’s entrance open wide.
“Easy now,” Dick shushes him. “Easy now, I’ve got you.”
When Dick mounts him, Bruce gives a sigh of relief, slumping down into the pillows, so happy to have Dick’s cock inside him, fucking him hard.
“Gonna breed you,” Dick coos, fucking Bruce’s pussy so nice and rough, grabbing on to Bruce’s hips for leverage. “You’re gonna look so pretty, all pupped up. I’m gonna fuck a baby into you.”
Bruce lets out a low moan, his cocklet twitching at the words.
Dick shoves all the way in, and his knot starts to grow wide, stretching Bruce’s cunt open at least as much as Dick’s fist did, if not more. “Would you like that? Want me to fill your belly up, make you nice and fat and pregnant for me? Make you all full of my pups?”
Bruce whines, shuddering at the thought. “Please breed me. Please give me your pups.”
"Gonna give you so many pups," Dick gasps out, grinding his knot into Bruce's messy pussy. "Gonna fill your little womb right up, fuck!" Dick comes with a moan, and Bruce can feel as yet more hot alpha come is pumped into his already-full womb, distending his stomach even further, making him so impossibly, perfectly full.
“So good,” Dick growls. “Such a perfect breeding bitch. That’s a good breeder for me.” He grabs onto Bruce’s little cock, tugging hard on it, rough enough to be painful, to make Bruce gasp and clench down on Dick’s knot. “Such a good omega. Come for me now, that’s it.”
Bruce comes with a cry, his cocklet jerking in Dick’s hand as everything goes bright white, and he makes a mess all over the blankets.
Dick purrs in satisfaction. “Good breeding bitch. So fucking good, B.”
Slowly, he and Dick move so that they’re lying down on their sides, tucked into the nest, breathing heavily as they both come down. Dick cuddles up close against Bruce’s back, as they’re still tightly tied together. Dick finds one of Bruce’s hands, and Bruce squeezes it tightly.
Dick presses a kiss to Bruce’s shoulder, resting their clasped hands on Bruce’s swollen belly. “Do you think you’re going to catch?”
Bruce hums. “You know I’m on suppressants.”
“Yeah,” Dick says. “But we could change that.”
Bruce’s brow furrows. “I’m probably too old to breed.”
Dick gives a soft laugh. “If you could smell your own heat-scent, you wouldn’t say that.”
It’s a fair point. Bruce shrugs.
“You know I meant it, right?” Dick asks. “Not just heat talk. I’d love to give you pups, B. And I know the others would too.”
There’s a certainty in Dick’s tone that makes Bruce wonder if his boys have already talked about this. If they planned this. He wouldn’t be surprised.
“I think we could do it,” Dick says. “Between the four of us, I bet we could give you a nice big litter.”
Dick’s words make Bruce shudder. God, but he would love that.
Except he can’t.
“Even if I could, I shouldn’t,” Bruce says. He sets his jaw. “Batman can’t disappear for a year. Think what would happen to Gotham.”
Dick cocks his head, considering. “Maybe. But you know there’s at least six of us who’d be willing to wear the cowl for you while you were pregnant, right?”
Bruce opens his mouth. And then closes it again. “Hnn.”
“You didn’t,” Dick realizes. “You didn’t know. Oh, B.” Dick grabs Bruce’s hand and squeezes it. “Think about it, okay? If you want pupped, we’ll figure it out. The cowl, Gotham, all of it. We’d find a way to make it happen for you.”
It’s a wonderful thought. A litter of young pups, his and his boys’, filling up the manor, running around underfoot.
Bruce wants that.
But he couldn’t.
Despite Dick’s assurances that his boys would take care of the city- and Bruce knows they would- Bruce can’t seem to justify it. Dick said they’d figure it all out, they’d take care of everything to get Bruce what he wanted. But something about it doesn’t sit right with Bruce.
He can’t let his boys take care of him. He doesn’t deserve it. He never has.
Dick noses into Bruce’s neck again, rubbing gently at Bruce’s stomach, over his bulging, swollen, come-stuffed womb. “Just think about it, okay? You don’t have to decide now.” Dick kisses Bruce gently, right over one of the bruises Tim left earlier. “It’d make us all so happy, B.”
And now that’s different, isn’t it? If it would make his boys happy. If it would be what they need.
If it would make Bruce’s boys happy, then maybe he could do it.
Bruce squeezes Dick’s hand, closing his eyes and nuzzling into the pillow. Dick lets out a low, contented purr, and Bruce answers with a soft omega purr of his own.
Bruce drifts off to sleep, daydreaming of pups. Ones that have his eyes. Some of them have Damian’s jaw, others Tim’s hair, or Jason’s nose, or Dick’s smile. Some of them are running around, and others are nestled against Bruce’s chest, or in his boys’ arms. They’re such lovely images. Even better because they might actually be real soon.
Bruce falls asleep in his nest, blissfully content.