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Cold and Gotham were synonyms in Tim's mind. She was a frigid bitch and she hated him on a good day, so that's why he specifically got directed to Freeze's new hideout on the coldest day on record so far. He talked him down! With no backup! Yay!
He was on his way back, with no casualties or damage except Tim's core internal body temperature. The problem is he's cold his skin is pulling where his scars are making everything even more uncomfortable. Every movement tugged and made him feel like it was one wrong movement would have his skin splitting. It made his reaction times slow, and he knew he had to turn in for the night.
Oh, and he's mad at Gotham.
But he's usually irritated with her for some reason or another. Nowadays, at least, he doesn't have to feel her as deeply as he used to. No more icy claws digging in his skin, reminding him that she kept him close, not out of love. But out of fear. He doesn't feel it anymore, though. All he feels is Jason's heartbeat and sometimes very strong emotions. And boy wasn't that just wonderful? It went both ways too, Jason could always tell when Tim was hurt or one embarrassing time, when Tim was missing him so deeply while he was getting off Jason called him and well. It didn't end badly but in the first moment it was mortifying, until Jason started talking using that wonderfully possessive tone. And well. It became a regular thing when either one of them left.
But he's mad at her because she pushed him to go after Freeze in this fucking weather and he hasn't been able to see Jason in a week! But no she's being possessive of HIS boyfriend. He growled and grumbled as he finished climbing up one of the older buildings.
He sat beside a frost covered gargoyle, feeling similarly to it in many ways, closed his eyes, and let himself.. expand. It was hard to explain to the others, except Jason and Cass, how it worked or felt. Cass could just watch, and Jason if he was close enough could feel it.
It felt like he was losing part of himself, but gaining so much more. His eyes burned, and he knew distantly they were burning white, Jason told him once, but he wasn't Tim, not Red Robin. Right now, he was the ghost. He was Gotham's memory, he was the shiver than ran up peoples spines before Red Hood showed up. He was the one that remembered, and you'd be a fool to forget.
The only part of him reminding him he was Tim, was the burning, constant thrum that was Jason. Before he couldn't do this as much as he wanted to, because it was a tug of war between being Gotham's Ghost, and being himself. But now with Jason's heartbeat in his ears he wasn't just Gotham's anymore, he was Jason's. Tim followed the bond between them both, wanting to make sure Jason wasn't too busy before he hunted him down. And Tim would be hunting him down.
Jason was cataloging his weapons, seeing what he needed restock of, writing it down to give to Tim later. He was deep in the Nest where Tim made him his weapons room, where him and Roy sometimes tinkered. A personal office for him that Tim didn't enter without permission, Jason was thankful for it.
Tim willing to make a piece of his, well now their, home, wholly Jason's. It warmed his greedy heart. He paused and felt the bond as it went, staticity. It's the best word he could use for it. When Tim wasn't fully Tim, anymore.
That's when he felt it. The feeling was similar to when Gotham and him talked, the cool phantom touch, but it wasn't parental or.. distant in the way she was. However it was just as possessive. This touch was visceral, feeling like ice curled around his heart, cupping it gently like it was something precious and the most prized jewel Tim had ever seen or felt. Tim was playing ghost it seemed.
"Cmon Birdie, come back to the Nest," Jason said to the 'empty' room as he moved to put the gun and notepad away. "I'm here I'll be waiting."
He felt fingers in his hair and ice on his cheek before the feeling vanished. Leaving naught but goosebumps in its wake. A promise of what was to come.
Jason left the room to go up to the shared apartment. Not sure what to be expecting from his bird but knowing Tim needed him right now. And when his pretty bird needed him Jason was going to be there, he'd fight anyone and everyone to get to him if he felt that pull, if he felt Tim's pull. May Gotham help you if you stood in his way.
But for now no one was keeping Jason from Tim. So he'd just be ready for whatever Tim needed.
Tim climbed into the Nest blindly, eyes seeing but not. He could probably navigate the entire city blind if he wanted to. He shut the window and redid the traps. Following the only thing keeping him going, the warm heartbeat that wasn't his. He still wasn't fully Tim yet.
He peeled off his suit, leaving it scattered behind him until frigid fingers curled into a soft worn shirt. Jason nearly jumped when Timmy plastered himself bodily against Jason. Tim was freezing. Jason turned and wrapped his arms around him cooing softly.
"Oh birdie," he breathed into his hair. "Let's get you warmed up and you can yell at me about what happened later."
Tim just gripped him tighter. Jason his last lifeline to humanity. the love of his life, the only thing keeping him from losing himself to the cold and the city.
Jason is his heart.
He was warming back up. He wanted more, he'd always want more. Tim was greedy for Jason, for his warmth, for his heart, for his anger and his everything. Tim was Jason's ghost, Tim wanted to claim every single part of Jason. Because Tim was always Jason's.
The yearning for warmth and closeness and pure devouring need for Jason thrummed along the bond. Tim nuzzled into the hollow of his throat wanting to feel his heartbeat. Jason ran his hands over his mostly naked babybird, gently kneading some of the scars he knew bothered him the most on nights like this. He let Tim plaster himself against him, like he wanted to bury himself under his skin. He felt the yawning all encompassing hunger overtake the bond. So not an unreasonable thought of Tim trying to climb into his rib cage.
He hummed low in his chest threading his fingers through Tim's hair, secretly pleased that Tim was growing it out again, he tugged his face back from his neck and gently kissed him. Tim made a noise of pure unadulterated bliss as Jason kissed him with all the tenderness that Tim deserved. Light nips against his lips, feeling Tim sigh and relax just a touch, just enough for Jason to pick him up and set him on the counter and pull back to get a good look at him.
Tim isn't fully himself. If it wasn't the ever present static in the bond the fact his eyes are still dimly glowing white even at he looked up at Jason confirmed it. Tim wasn't fully lost to the ghost, or to Gotham, but he was still there, still not settled in his skin. Still haunting something.
"Need help getting back to yourself prettybird?" he asked softly.
The feeling of cold, of being alone, and hunger, thrummed through the bond.
"Alright prettybird," he soothed as he trailed his lips over his sharp cheekbone. "Right here okay?"
Tim's hands tightened on the counter top, here would suffice. As a bonus point, in Jason's mind at least, they hadn't christened the kitchen yet, what a good opportunity.
"Alright, here's fine, let's see what do you want?" he hummed. "Need to be warm, filled up?"
The bond began to sing once Jason asked if Tim wanted to be filled. Good, he could work with that. But why not take it up a notch?
He leaned in close and practically growled in his ear, "Want to be bred babybird?"
Tim keened, out loud and through the bond. His hands let go of the counter and grasped at his shoulders, his legs spread invitingly. Jason ran his tongue over his teeth, what did he do to deserve his pretty birdie?
"I'll breed you babybird, first you gotta put that mouth to good use, gotta get it wet, gotta fill up your mouth too," Jason nipped his ear and moved back. "Cmon birdie, get on your knees for me."
And his bird, the most stubborn, unyielding, never bending under a command, lover, dropped off the counter and directly to his knees. Eyes, still dimly glowing, half lidded his mouth open, tongue held out in invitation. Need was a constant drum through the bond. And what was Jason to do with just a blatant request?
He dropped his sweatpants and stroked himself languidly for a moment before resting the head of his cock on Tim's tongue, just appreciating the sight.
"Lookit you my bird," he smiled meanly. "Panting over my dick and haven't even had a taste yet."
Tim whined, high and reedy, curling his tongue under the his dick trying to urge Jason closer. And Jason was only a man. He slid inside Tim's mouth, reaching down to grab his hair in a tight grip. The bond, still full of static and need, began to sing as Tim sucked his cock like he needed it to survive. And maybe, Jason thought distantly, maybe Tim did.
Tim hummed his eyes falling closed as Jason slowly thrust into his mouth, still not fully here, a part of his mind still outside of himself was curling around Jason like a cat, rubbing against him claiming him, pressing him ever closer. Because it wasn't enough. He reached up grabbing Jason's hips and pulling him forward, trying to convey with actions and through the bond that he needed more.
He heard Jason curse and finally, wonderfully, his cock bullied its way down his throat. It was so warm. Distantly he felt tears track down his cheeks, but he didn't care, Jason was inside him. Filling him. Heating him. Tim was in bliss.
Jason's grip tightened as he pulled Tim off his cock letting him breathe, but the wounded noise Tim made as he pulled back made him push back in. His birdie wanted his throat fucked? He'd provide. He stared down at his bird, seeing his lips stretched wide around his dick as he brutally fucked forward again. The feeling of Tim's nails biting into his hips in an attempt to keep Jason there made it that much better. He always did love wearing Tim's marks on his skin. He kept pulling back to hear Tim cry out in mourning only to fuck back into his throat to feel the absolute joy resonate through their bond.
Jason shoved himself deep, panting softly as he curled over Tim, sweat slowly making it's way down his spine. He let himself sit there for a moment, watching the tears make their way down Tim's cheeks as he swallowed around Jason's dick, it felt like heaven, tight wet heaven. He groaned as he pulled back, Tim leaning forward fighting the hold Jason had on his hair.
"Timmy baby," he groaned. "Don't you want me to breed ya? Can't breed your throat can I?"
He looked down at Tim, his eyes slightly more clear if full of tears, but the white glow had dimmed. He made a broken rough noise, his nails digging hard into the meat of his thighs leaving red welts in their wake. The bond was static and yearning and a constant chant of not enough not enough.
"Timmy," he crooned as he grabbed his wrists. "Timmy focus on me."
His eyes raised and stared at Jason, the static of the bond dimmed slightly as Tim kept staring and his breathing became more even.
"There's my bird, that's good," he praised letting the hand in his hair move to his cheek, gently wiping the tears there. "Good boy."
Tim shuddered leaning into the gentle touch, the static turning to a low hum. Finally smoothing out to something close to the normal melody.
"Want more baby?" he asked. "Wanna be bred?"
Tim nodded, the bond lighting up with fervent need once again. Jason helped Tim back up and put him back on the counter top. He hissed at the cold but Jason quickly kissed him into submission his hands molding themselves to Tim's hips. His lips curled in a snarl at feeling Tim's underwear beneath his hands, he grabbed and pulled it down his legs tossing the offending garment somewhere behind him. Tim's legs spread once again attempting to coax Jason to fuck him, and while the sight of Tim's t-dick hard and aching and him dripping wet and flushed for him would normally cause him to blue screen and either eat him out or fuck into him like his life depended on it, he had a goal.
He just hoped that the counter could withstand it. And if it couldn't? Well Tim could afford a new one. More sturdy, for future escapades.
Jason pushed Tim farther back and followed him up on the counter, he ignored Tim's questioning noises and urgency through the bond in favor of hooking his legs over his elbows and crawling on top of him. Spreading his legs wide and bending them towards his body as far as they could go. Tim's eyes widened his hands burying themselves in his hair and pulling him down for a messy kiss that was more teeth and tongue than a true kiss.
The bond was singing, chanting, begging for more. It was blurred who was louder or who was feeding who. It all went quiet the moment Jason slid into Tim.
The bond was quiet for a few beats. Jason lost to the kiss and the tight wet grip of Tim. And Tim, feeling full and warm and safe and completely Jason's. They relished in the feeling for a moment.
One beat. Two. And then.
Breed.
Who's thought sparked it? Neither could tell you. But it drowned them back into their unending need for each other.
Jason slammed into him, groaning deeply into Tim's open mouth. Tim whined tugging at Jason's hair unable to do much else as Jason fucked into him like it was his life's mission.
Tim writhed in pleasure, Jason splitting him open, pinning him down unable to escape, he was so warm, it was so much. He came back into himself so violently he cried out his nails digging into his shoulders leaving deep red scratches in his wake, his neck arched baring his throat to Jason. All he could think was how he needed more.
Jason bit at his throat, his thrusts animalistic and frenzied, desperate to get deeper to fuck him harder. He needed it. They both did.
Tim was laid out on an altar, once cold and lost now he was being ravaged and knew nothing but heat and lust. Jason was above him, he was everything, he was his warmth, his heart, his tether. And finally Tim broke, saying the first thing he'd been able to all night.
"Please Jay," he cried out. "Please!"
Jason slammed into him, "Touch your cock and cum for me baby."
Tim reached down after unclasping his hand from his shoulder and stroked himself at a near violent pace matching Jason stroke for stroke. Everything was too much he wanted he needed.
"Jason," he whined, hoping the bond communicated the need.
He bit at his collarbone, "Cum for me birdie."
Tim did, he moaned some version of Jason's name like it was a prayer of thanks. It was blinding and his body tried to curl up as much as it could due to the force of it. But Jason's body kept him pinned. And Jason didn't stop.
"That's it birdie," he snarled slamming into him. "Cumming on my cock like a good boy, don't stop touching yourself now, keep going I want you to cry for me tonight prettybird."
Tim panted and stared up at Jason, now nigh feral with his need to breed Tim. Tim shuddered and did as told, stroking his dick again, pushing past the over-sensitivity, he arched as much as he could. Wanting more, needing more, it was almost too much.
Jason kept biting at his collarbone grinding deep into him as he did so. There was only one thing on Jason's mind at this point, fuck Tim until he was mindless, and breed him full.
"That's it birdie," he growled his nails digging into the skin of his legs. "That's it keep touching yourself, keep going until you don't think you can take it anymore, I want you to scream for me, want you to want nothing but my cum."
Tim keened stroking himself faster as Jason fucked into him brutally. It was too soon, tears were welling and falling again. He needed he needed Jason.
"Jason please!" he sobbed so close once again.
Jason slammed into him, "Again."
Tim was helpless but to listen, he came, too soon after the first, and just as intense. His thoughts whited out, he was nothing but pleasure, nothing but heat. And then, Jason came cursing and praising Tim as he did so.
Tim groaned, feeling full, warm and sated.
Finally bred.
Jason let Tim's legs fall and he buried his face in his neck, grinding into him languidly. Unwilling to pull out just yet.
They stayed like that for a few moments, or maybe longer. Just coming back to themselves.
"J'sn," Tim mumbled into his shoulder. "Up."
Jay made a low wounded noise, pulling back like it physically pained him. Jason looked down, happy to see Tim's eyes back to that haunting blue. They slowly made their way off the counter. It didn't break! A win, and a note to do that again sometime. Jason kept an arm around Tim, trying not to look as his cum was making it's way down Tim's thighs as they made their way to the shower. If he kept looking he wasn't sure he could stop himself from either bending Tim over or kneeling and eating his cum out of him. And from the look Tim was giving him he'd be smacked for his efforts.
"Feel better?" he said softly as he helped Tim wash his hair.
"M warm now thanks to you," Tim leaned back against him. "Been bred too."
"Tim do not test me," he pushed him under the spray. "Don't think I can get it up again."
"Ah well," Tim chuckled his voice rough. "Always tomorrow."
"Sure prettybird, until you bitch about your hips," he muttered.
Tim laughed, raw and loud. But finally, the cold of Gotham had left him. Leaving him only with the heat of Jason.